Severeley bruised and, in one unfortunate incident, broken, the Longrunners hobbled back to their locker room. Despite the aching limbs and broken teeth, they were none-the-less pleased with their victory over the skaven. This was marred somewhat in the eyes of the dainty elves by the fact that the purple of their bruises did not go AT ALL with their green uniforms. Mightybud, tired after a long hard day lying down on the pitch, retired to his glade for a nice long root.
"You know" said the coach, from his chair made entirely from money he wasn't allowed to spend "it's times like this that make me really proud of my boys and girls in green. If they were any other team, I'd take them out to a bar for beers, but as it is they said they'd much rather go to some club for cocktails. I guess it'll just have to be me and the wardancers in some strip-club again."
After an awkward cough he added "I wouldn't mind, but I feel a bit of a third wheel, you know?"