DEATH MATCH

Blood Bowl - 03

Matt Forbeck

Hi there, sports fans, and welcome to the Blood Bowl for tonights contest. You join us here with a capacity crowd, packed with members of every race from across the known world, all howling like banshees in anticipation of tonights game. Oh, and yes there are some banshees

Well, kick-off is in about two pages time, so weve just got time to go over to your commentator for tonight, Jim Johnson, for a recap on the rules of the game before battle commences. Good evening, Jim!

Thank you. Bob! Well, good evening and boy, are you folks in for some great sporting entertainment. First of all though, for those of you at home who are unfamiliar with the rules, heres how the game is played.

Blood Bowl is an epic conflict between two teams of heavily armed and quite insane warriors. Players pass, throw and run with the ball, attempting to get it to the other end of the field, the end zone. Of course, the other team must try and stop them, and recover the ball for their side. If a team gets the ball over the line into the opponents end zone its called a touchdown; the team that scores the most touchdowns by the end of the match wins the game. Of course, its not always as simple as that



1

The last thing Dunk Hoffnung remembered was the ogre trying to knock his helmet off his head with a bench torn from the first rows of the end zone. Dunk had just scored a touchdown for his team, the Bad Bay Hackers, and the crowd had gone wild. From hard-won experience, Dunk had avoided letting those battle-crazed, bloodthirsty bastards pull him into the stands. He knew that even fans who liked you often got carried away once they got their hands on you.

Thats probably why he hadnt seen the ogre coming up behind him. He couldnt remember which one it was anymore. All of the Oldheim Ogres looked the same under their cauldron-sized helmets and with their tent-sized jerseys draped over their massive plates of spiked and sharp-edged armour: like gigantic servants of death with mean hangovers.

The ogre had picked Dunk up with one hand and held him dangling in the air by his ankles, like a bad daemon baby in need of a fatal spanking. Then the creature reached into the stands with its other hand and pried the bench off one of the bleachers there, sending the fans who had been sitting on it scrambling for their lives.

Dunk remembered one snotling still clutching one splintered end of the bench as the ogre hoisted it into the air as a makeshift club. The hapless thing had got its Hackers fan jersey snagged on the splinters.

It started to try to gnaw through the fabric with its wide, flat teeth, but there hadnt been enough time.

Dunk had heard the green-skinned midget squeal in horror as the bench came swinging down at him, but he couldnt muster any pity for the thing. He was too busy trying to angle himself out of the way of the ogres mighty swing.

As the blue painted plank came at him, Dunk reached for his toes, which hung high above him, still in the ogres grasp. The weight of his own armour made this nearly impossible, but the terror-fuelled adrenalin coursing through him inspired the heroic effort.

The board went sailing underneath him, right through the space where his head had once been.

Jim, I havent seen a swing that feeble since you tried to dismember that dwarf for dinner last night! Bob Biffords voice rang out over the Preternatural Address system, echoing across the stadium and throughout the nearby streets of Magritta.

I still enjoy a bit of sport with my meals, Jim Johnson grumbled. The retired ogre players massive, battle-scarred mug flashed across the gigantic crystal ball perched at the far end of the stadium. Then it cut straight back to Dunk, squirming in the Oldheim blitzers grasp.

It seems GrNash down there shares your passion for a good fight, said Bob, and your skill!

The crowd erupted in laughter, and the sound drove GrNash even madder than before. The ogre swung at Dunk again, but the Hackers star thrower managed to angle himself out of the way once more.

Dunk wondered where the rest of his team could be. They wouldnt just leave him up here forever, would they? MGrash KThragsh  the Hackers own ogre  was Dunks best friend. Spinne Sch?nheit shared his bed. Edgar  the treeman theyd picked up in Albion last season  was as solid as his trunk. And Dunk had played alongside Cavre and Reyes for two years now.

Of course, the other players had only been on the team since the start of the tournament. Few of them had set boots on a Blood Bowl field before, and none of them had ever faced down an opposing team of eleven angry ogres.

Dunk barely knew these new players at all. If it werent for the fact that their names were stencilled across the backs of their green and gold armour, he didnt think hed have been able to pick them out from each other in the game. Still, they were on his team, and he expected them to come to his aid.

A glance at the Jumboball  which piped the Cabalvision broadcast to the fans in the stadium via the most advanced mass communications magic of the day  showed Dunk that the other Oldheim Ogres had formed a wall of armour-plated flesh between Dunk and his teammates. He knew that the wall couldnt stand forever. Sooner or later his friends would get around it. MGrash would just plough right through it. But it would take time, something he didnt have.

GrNash raised the busted bench up for another swing, and the snotling on the end broke free and went sailing off into the stands. The fans there batted the poor creature into the air again, bopping it back and forth like a beach ball, the pathetic beast squeaking like a living chew toy with every blow.

Its always great to see the fans working together to entertain themselves, Bob said. That just might be our Bloodweiser Beer play of the day.

I dont know about that, but keep your attention on that end zone, Jim said. It looks like Hoffnung has a great, early shot at being named the games Most Violated Player.

Seemingly to prove the point, GrNash lowered his arm and slammed Dunk headfirst into the Astrogranite below. Stars flashed before Dunks eyes, and his head felt like the muscles in his neck had turned to rubber.

I thought the MVP went to the Most Violent Player, said Bob.

Its a double-edged acronym, said Jim, and heres GrNash to stake his claim for the other side of the award.

Stunned, his arms flailing about, Dunk swung his head around to his left. He saw a flash of blue and smelled fresh-cut lumber. Then everything went black.

The next thing Dunk knew, he was lying flat on his back. This didnt seem so unusual, what with the savage blow to the head hed just taken, but he couldnt see or hear a thing. He started to panic, then realised his eyes were closed, which at least explained why he was blind.

His eyes felt like they might have been glued shut, but he finally managed to peel them open. He instantly regretted it.

He stared up at the ceiling above him, the light of a number of lanterns flickering across its rough-finished surface. He recognised it as belonging to one of the team locker rooms in Magrittas Killer Stadium, for which the legendary brewing company had bought the naming rights. The holes in the plaster from when MGrash had leapt with joy after their last victory told him that this was the locker room in which the Hackers had started the day.

Hows your head? The voice sounded like it had been forced through the chewed end of a halflings pipe: smoky and distant.

Now that the speaker mentioned it, Dunk realised that his head felt like his brains were beating away at the inside of his skull with spiked warhammers. Not good, he rasped through a mouth coated with an all-too-familiar flavour: dried blood.

The speaker leaned over into Dunks field of vision. He was an old elf with a bloodstained patch of white fabric slung over his right eye, his lips curled in a disgusted sneer. Youll live, the elf said as he shook his head, his voice dripping with disdain. Ive seen little halfling girls take punches better than you.

There was a board and an ogre involved, Dunk said. He started to get angry, but the rush of blood to his head made his brain switch over to using steam-powered jackhammers. To placate them, he let out a deep sigh instead of the string of curses hed been preparing.

Then the elf slapped him in the jaw, and the stars started swirling around his vision again. Sit up, the elf said.

Take it easy on him, another voice said, one that Dunk knew as well as any. It belonged to his agent, a tubby halfling by the name of Slick Fullbelly.

Dont worry, the elf said as Dunk used his wobbly arms to shove himself halfway up into a sitting position. I wont punch your meal ticket here. The elf fitted a bulging monocle over his good eye and squinted through it at Dunk. Looks like the ogres nearly took care of that for you already. If theyd succeeded, maybe a scumbag like you would finally have to go and find some honest work.

Like gathering illegal substances to concoct potions designed to get players back on the field? Slick asked. Dunk saw him flittering around the elfs feet, trying to get the apothecarys attention, but the elf ignored him as if he were nothing more than a fly hunting for carrion. Do the Game Wizards know about the little operation you have here, Dr. Pill? Maybe Wolf Sports would be interested in running an expos?.

The elf removed his monocle and started to rummage through a wooden rack filled with iron flasks. Some of these looked fresh while others rested under thick layers of dust. The elf scratched his chin, and then selected a flask, possibly at random. He turned towards Slick and blew the dust off the bottle and into the agents face.

As Slick tried to hack the dust from his lungs and rub it from his eyes, the elf pulled a rusty scalpel from a sheath on his belt and worked it around the red wax seal covering the flasks cork. Who do you think supplies me with those truly hard-to-find ingredients? the elf asked, ignoring Slick once more. Do you think ratings go up or down when an injured player manages to hobble back onto the field for a few more plays?

Dr. Pill stabbed his scalpel into the top of the broken seal and used it to pry the flasks cork free. It came loose with an explosive pop that sent it and the scalpel flying into the ceiling, where they embedded themselves next to one of the holes MGrash had made.

A green and slimy substance bubbled forth from the flasks open top, spilling down over Dr. Pills hand, which Dunk now saw was covered with a rubber glove. Where the stuff plopped on the floor, it hissed and sizzled like water on a hot, greased griddle.

Drink this, the elf said, shoving the potion at Dunk. The flask smacked him in the face and knocked him back to the table again.

Dunk growled and sat right back up again. The elf grimaced at him, shamefaced. My apologies, he said, pointing at his eye patch with his free hand as he offered up the bubbling flask again. No depth perception.

Dunk crossed his eyes to stare at the flask of frothing gunk, which hung too close to his face, but at least it hadnt smashed into him this time. He felt the sharp scent of it scorch the hair in his nostrils right off.

How does he know thats not some kind of poison? Slick squeaked out between coughs.

Oh, its a poison, all right, Dr. Pill said, staring at Dunk with his one good eye, arsenic, to be precise. Smell the bitter almonds in it? Thats always a dead giveaway.

What?

But it has an antidote mixed into it, along with some other things, the so-called secret ingredients. This volatile combination can strip the paint off your armour, but itll put your head right too. Otherwise, its weeks in the sickhouse. Youll miss not only this game but the rest of the tournament too.

From somewhere above, Dunk heard a low, muffled roar. The plaster shook loose from the ceiling, and the cork and scalpel came tumbling down, barely missing Slicks feet as they stabbed juddering into the floor. The agent leapt back in dismay.

Dunk reached out with an unsteady hand and snatched the potion from the leering elfs hands. Before his other arm could give out and send him collapsing back on the table, he tipped the flask back, opened up his throat, and swallowed its noxious contents in one determined gulp.

Slick looked up at Dunk as if the thrower had promised him another beer, and Dr. Pill glared at him, his good eye seeming as dead as the other. Dunk felt the potion swirl its way down into his belly where it began its work. Warmth spread out from his stomach to his head, fingers, and toes until he felt like he wanted to jump into a sauna to cool off. Sweat poured off his skin, streaming down from his hairline and into his eyes. His eyeballs started to burn from the inside, and his teeth felt like glowing coals in his mouth.

Water, Dunk rasped. Please.

Here, Dr. Pill said. He handed Dunk a wide funnel attached to a long, rubber hose that wound its way under the table on which the rack of flasks rested.

Dunk squinted into the funnel, unsure what to do with it. Would it fill with water for him to drink? Should he hold it over his head and let a cascade of water shower him? He needed something to drink so badly that he thought of sticking his face into the funnel and sucking on it until the water came out.

Then his stomach turned on him hard, flipping and flopping like a fish on a dry dock, gasping for water, drowning in air. Dunks eyes flew open, as wide as the zeroes on a scoreboard.

Whats happening? Slick asked. Son, are you all right? The halfling turned on the elf, I swear to every bastard god that ever sinned Ill turn you over to our own teams ogre if he dies. Dunks like a brother to MGrash. Hell take it hard  and hell take it out on

Dunk interrupted Slicks tirade of threats by unleashing the contents of his stomach into the funnel. It started with a savage roar, travelled through the gush of a flooding river, and trickled off into a sickly whimper punctuated with a hack and a spit.

Nuffles leathery balls! Slick said as he rushed to Dunks side. What have you done to him? Son? Son!

Dunk wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve and sat up, ready to be knocked over by the tiny force of the halflings breath. Instead, as he shook his head, he realised it felt fine. The throbbing that had been there was gone, his brains having dropped their excavating tools and called it a day.

Im good, he said, bounding off the apothecarys table, better than ever, maybe. I feel great!

Slick squinted up at Dunk suspiciously. When we brought you in here, son, you were half-dead. I thought wed have to go with a closed coffin at the funeral. Hows this quack manage

Its customary to thank those who save your life, Dr. Pill said, although Im accustomed to not receiving such pleasantries from primitives.

Dunk smirked at the apothecary. He wanted to be angry at the man and his sour attitude, but he felt too damn fine to be bothered with such things. Thank you, he said sincerely.

Just doing my job, the elf said, the sneer back on his face. And at the rates I charge I suspect your employer would prefer it if you ceased joining in this riveting knitting circle here in the locker room with your agent and me and got back out on that pitch to do your job.

Dunk bounded off the table and cracked his neck back and forth. On my way, he said as he headed for the door.

As he left, he heard Slick ask Dr. Pill a question, trying to curry his favour. As an agent, Slick found it his duty to work every possible angle on Dunks behalf, and being able to call on someone who could heal an injured player like that might come in handy.

Thats an amazing contraption you have there to catch your patients illnesses. Does it just vent into the sewers?

The elf snorted. Do I just throw it away? Of course not. Do you have any idea how much those materials cost? I find they can last for three or four applications at least.

Dunk raced out through the tunnel that led to the Hackers dugout, certain he didnt want to hear any more.

2

When Dunk emerged into the dugout, he saw Pegleg glaring out at the open field beyond. The former pirate had his good leg planted on the top step and his wooden prosthetic stabbed right into the Astrogranite that edged the dugout. He braced his fleshy hand against the dugouts roof, designed to keep out bad weather and gifts hurled by furious fans. His hook scratched at the wide-brimmed, yellow tricorn hat that already bore a score of holes from such abuse.

Reporting for duty, coach! Dunk said as he strode past the bench-warmers that lined the back of the dugout, supposedly the safest place in the entire stadium. A couple of them glared at Dunk with jealous eyes, but the others trembled as he walked by, fearful not of him, but of anyone who made sudden movements.

Thank Nuffle youre here, Hoffnung, Pegleg said. Dr. Pills magic never fails.

Dunk rubbed his head again, amazed that it didnt still feel like an axe through the kindling of his skull. It was worth whatever you paid him.

Pegleg spat on the field. Im glad you feel that way. Im deducting his fee from your pay.

What? Dunk goggled at the captain. The man hadnt fallen too far from his piratical roots, it seemed.

Its the least you can do, Pegleg said. In the grand scheme of things, Ill end up paying more for it than you.

Hows that? Dunk asked. As he spoke, he watched the ball sail downfield with something that looked like a long branch jammed atop one of the spikes.

Pegleg growled. Were going to have to teach that treeman of ours how to hold the damned ball.

Dunk pointed down to where Spinne had caught the ball and pulled off the branch to use as a club against the pair of ogres trying to capture her. Even encased in her helmet and armour, Dunk could see how beautiful she was. She moved with a dancers grace, but struck with the trained savagery of a born warrior.

Dunk smiled, glad that the two of them were finally on the same team for once. Dating Spinne, back when shed been with the Reikland Reavers, had been trouble for them both. The fact that his brother Dirk played for the Reavers too and had once shared Spinnes bed hadnt made it any easier.

Do you think maybe Edgar planned that? Dunk asked. It looks like its working.

Edgars brains are composed of wood, Mr. Hoffnung. What do you think?

Somewhere on the field, a whistle blew. A russet-coated minotaur dressed in a black and white striped shirt charged out on to the field and scooped up a yellow penalty flag.

Ooh! Bobs voice said over the PA. Thats going to be illegal use of a weapon on the field against Sch?nheit. Bools going to kick her out of the game for that!

Amazing! Jim said. You hardly ever see that kind of solid, fair officiating in a game of Blood Bowl, and clearly the fans dont like it.

A rousing howl went up from the stands, punctuated with hisses and boos.

If anyone can take that kind of abuse, though, its a player like Rhett Bool. Its too bad he chose to play for Nurgles Nits during this tournament.

Too true, Bob! I think Nits management must have blown its whole stake on his salary, considering the rest of the team was made of up Chaos-tainted halflings. Where do they find these players?

I dont know, Jim, but theyre going to have to keep looking if they want to try it again. They may have won their first game against the Darkside Cowboys, but Bool was the only player to survive!

It didnt help that he trampled half of his own teams starting line on that first-half kick-off runback!

Dunk scowled. I though you paid off the referee, he said to Pegleg. Dunk didnt like the idea of distracting the refs eyes with a stack of shiny gold coins, but he knew it was an established and respected part of the game.

Oldheim paid him more  and he kept our own booty too! The ex-pirate turned on Dunk. Get out there if you like and tell him how wrong he is to do that.

Dunk stared up at the minotaur as he charged into the stands and gored an unfortunate section of fans that had come to cheer on the red-uniformed Ogres. He swallowed hard.

Would you give him his money back for Dr. Pills treatment? Slick asked as he emerged from the tunnel in the back of the dugout.

Pegleg shook his head, Only if he could get me out of my part of the bargain with that blackguard as well.

What did you promise him, coach? Dunk asked.

Pegleg spat on the ground. A guest appearance on his bloody Cabalvision show.

The one where he heals people in front of a live audience? Slick asked. I thought that was fictitious.

Dunk gazed up at Pegleg. Hand or foot? he asked.

Neither! The coach snarled, stabbing his hook at Dunk.

A roar erupting from the crowd told Dunk something was up. What happened? he asked, unable to hear the announcers over the hullabaloo.

The Ogres scored, Slick shouted. He could project his voice well from his tiny frame. That evens up the score at two touchdowns apiece.

Dunk frowned. They didnt stop the game for the penalty.

Youve been playing this game for two years now, Pegleg said. Havent you ever seen a bloody penalty called?

Sure, Dunk said. There was that game against the Chaos All-Stars last year. They called penalties against both me and MGrash, but then that Jumboball came crashing down.

Yes, Slick nodded, and you were called for excessive celebration after your first touchdown.

But I was unconscious for that.

Ah, yes, Slick said, stroking his chin. Well what about when you got booted from the game for killing Schlitz Malty Likker?

That was during halftime, and Zauberer had ensorcelled him to be possessed by the spirit of Khorne. It wasnt in the middle of the game.

Actually, since it was halftime, it was exactly the middle of the game.

You know what I mean. The game wasnt going on at the time.

Well, the games stopped now, Mr. Hoffnung, Pegleg said in a voice laced with menace. If youd care to join it instead of taking this sweet jaunt down memory lane, Id surely appreciate it.

Dunk blushed with embarrassment, Sure thing, coach. Whatever you say.

Pegleg flashed a gold-toothed grin at the thrower. Good lad. Now get out there to take Spinnes place, and try not to get yourself spanked like a wee child this time!

Dunk nodded, then grabbed his spare helmet from the rack in the back of the dugout and trotted out onto the field. As he reached the sideline, he met Spinne coming off. She stopped for a moment and butted her helmeted head against his. Grinning at him through their faceguards, she blew him a kiss and said, Make them pay.

Dunk grinned when she turned to smack him on his butt, and he hustled out onto the field. The crowd roared as he raced to the end the Hackers were protecting. He raised his hand to acknowledge them, and the noise grew so loud he could barely hear.

When Dunk had first decided to become a Blood Bowl player, the adulation of the fans was the last thing on his mind. As a washed-up dragonslayer  more of a never-was than a has-been  hed just wanted to put his past behind him and try something new, something entirely different. Taking up a career on the gridiron seemed like just the thing.

Hed resisted the notion at first. After all, his family had disowned his brother Dirk when hed gone off to join the Reavers. In response, Dirk had even changed his last name from Hoffnung to Heldmann.

Of course, the disgrace and dissolution of the Hoffnung family had been what had spurred Dunk to take up dragonslaying in the first place. He still felt responsible for what had happened in those dark days, even though hed done his best to put them behind him. Living as a Blood Bowl star player made forgetting his old life a whole lot easier.

Dunkel! MGrash shouted, bounding towards the thrower in joy. Dunkel okay!

Dunk had long since learned not to deny the Hackers ogre his happy moments. He let the huge lug haul him up in his arms and give him a hug that could have crushed a bear. Once Dunk was back on his feet, he felt thankful hed been wearing his armour. The ogre had cracked his ribs more than once in the past.

Edgar came up and ran a branch along the back of Dunks helmet too. Youre a bloody hard nut to crack, the treeman said with a gentle rap.

Good to have you back! Guillermo Reyes called from his position towards the front of their formation. The Estalian linemans accent always seemed thicker here in his homeland, and he played harder too. Because of how hed left Altdorf, the capital of the Empire and his home since birth, Dunk envied Guillermo his hometown hero status, which he never imagined he could enjoy.

Then Rhett Cavre, the legendary blitzer and the Hackers team captain, trotted up. Are you all right, Dunk? he asked. Despite the chaos surrounding them, the mans demeanour was as soft and solid as ever. True concern for Dunk as a friend, not just a player, showed in his wide, dark eyes. Cavre saw the players on his team as people, not just bodies to fill positions, and for that hed earned the respect of each and every one of his teammates.

Dr. Pill fixed me right up, Dunk said, nodding.

Cavre winced. Did he use one of the dusty bottles or one of the clean ones?

Dusty. Why?

Cavre smiled, his brilliant white teeth shining like a crescent moon against his ebony skin. Those havent been recycled as often.

Dunk felt his stomach turn again, empty as it was. Think well have any more trouble with the ref? he asked, eager to change the subject.

Carve laughed warmly. Not after what she threatened to do to him after the game if he made any more calls like that.

Dunk glanced down the field at the minotaur in the striped shirt. He noticed that Bool moved with a bit of a limp as he trotted the spiked ball out for the Ogres to kick it off.

She mentioned something about having him for a steak dinner, Carve said. Then he knocked Dunk on his pauldron. Get into position before that ball comes our way.

Dunk turned and sprinted off to the end of the field, right in front of the end zone, and then turned around to face the Ogres. Their kicker had booted the ball right into the stands twice so far this game, but if it came down anywhere near Dunk, it was his job to catch it. Then, as the teams thrower, he had to hurl it downfield to anyone he could find open.

This sort of play could be risky. If the Ogres intercepted the ball, they could be in the end zone in a matter of seconds. However, it was the best way to move the ball down the field. Trying to run it past the Ogres was almost impossible. With arms as long as Dunk was tall, the creatures just grabbed any of the Hackers that tried to dash past them.

The crowd hushed for a moment, and then started out with a low, collective moan that rose to a roar as the Ogre kicker approached the ball. When he booted it down the field, the fans burst into bloodthirsty screams, sure their desires would soon be sated.

The ball arced high into the air, and for a moment Dunk thought it might go right over his hands and into the stands  maybe even over the top of the stadium and into the streets beyond. Then a freak wind sprang up and blew the ball back towards the field.

As Dunk tracked the balls progress, he noticed that dark clouds had raced in to block out the sun in the last few minutes. It seemed strange, but he couldnt worry about that at the moment. If he didnt catch the ball and get rid of it as fast as he could, he risked far worse than a few drops of rain on his helmet.

The weather didnt matter anyway. Blood Bowl games never stopped or even paused on account of rain, sleet, snow, frogs, beetles, locusts, ashes, or even fresh flows of volcanic magma. Any team that left the field before a game was over automatically forfeited the match, and with the amount of money on the line, few teams valued their health more than their share of the gold.

The ball sailed right down towards Dunk. He took two steps up, spread his arms and hands into a basket and caught the ball against his chest, just like in practice. Hed learned the hard way not to catch a ball with any unarmoured parts of his body, and hed had his breastplate reinforced just so he could receive kick-offs like this.

Hoffnung has the ball, and hes off! He races towards the sideline, trying to find some blockers and hunting for a receiver downfield. Dunk tried to tune out the PA system when playing, but Bob and Jims voices were so amplified that it usually proved impossible.

Dunk saw a wall of angry Oldheim Ogres coming his way and knew that he had to get rid of the ball fast if he didnt want to end up right back on Dr. Pills table. He wasnt sure what would be worse: being left to mend on his own if Pegleg wouldnt pay the fee this time, or having to recycle the potion hed just used.

He jinked to the left, and then sprinted to the right, angling forward and towards the sideline as he ran. The Hackers linemen forged a wall of their own in front of him, backed by MGrash and Edgar. Just as the two lines were about to clash, the linemen scattered to the left and right, leaving only the two tallest Hackers standing between Dunk and the onrushing Ogres.

Some of the Ogres chased after the Hackers linemen. The brain of an ogre is smaller than that of a human, but has to motivate far more flesh. This doesnt leave the ogre a great deal of leftover grey matter with which to do things like make simple decisions, taste its food, or develop emotionally beyond the level of a five-year-old human child. When an ogre starts chasing something, it usually keeps after it  unless something else distracts it. Then it chases that instead  until the whistle blows, and sometimes it ignores that too, a lesson Dunk had just learned in the hardest way possible, barring a messy death and sudden resurrection.

Many of the Ogres followed the linemen as they scrambled out of the way, but most of them were running so fast that they couldnt easily change their momentum. Some of them tried and tripped over their own feet, creating obstacles for those behind them to stumble over too. The resultant crash shook the Astrogranite enough that Dunk almost fell as well.

A few of the Ogres ignored the linemen, concentrating on Dunk instead, or perhaps on Dunk and Edgar. The Hacker ogre and treeman charged straight at the four Ogres who hadnt been fooled by the ploy and lowered their armoured shoulders.

Edgar managed to knock one of the Ogres to a standstill. MGrash  who was large, even for an ogre  managed to shove two of the Oldheim players back on their rumps, but the last Ogre made it through unscathed, and thundered straight at Dunk.

Dunk peered around the oncoming Ogre and spotted Cavre downfield. When the Ogres had charged after the ball, hed slid through their line and dashed most of the way down the field. Now he leaped up and down, waving his arms, signalling that he might never be more open for a pass for the remainder of his career.

Dunk cocked back his arm to let the ball fly, but even as he did he realised hed misjudged the last Ogres determination. The towering creature seemed to have put on a burst of speed once he got past Edgar and MGrash. Now, with the Ogres arms raised high and wide over his head, Dunk didnt see how he could get a clear throw off at Cavre.

On the other hand, if he held onto it, he knew the Ogre racing at him would grind him into dust. He pumped the ball once in an effort to fake out the Ogre, and it worked. The Oldheimer left his feet to try to block the pass.

Still, the Ogre was so large, its reach so wide, that Dunk didnt see any daylight around him. Instead of trying to slip between the Ogres arms, he took one step back, and hurled the ball downfield towards Cavre.

Dunk looked up and saw the Ogres long arms coming down over him like a tidal wave, and the ball heading right for the creatures outstretched fingers. Not only was he going to get crushed beneath this beasts mighty bulk, his pass would be intercepted too. Considering hed already woken up from a head injury in the locker room once that day, he didnt see how this game could get any worse.

Then the world disappeared in a flash of blinding light, followed almost instantly by a boom so loud that Dunk thought he might never want to hear anything ever again.

3

Unable to see past the after-image still flashing before his eyes, Dunk stumbled and fell flat on his back. As he did, something that felt like a sack of hot sand hit him and then broke apart. Cloying clouds of some dry substance stuck to his sweaty skin and caught in his nose, throat, and lungs. He spun over onto his hands and knees and tried to hack it out of his chest until it all finally came free.

By the time the thunderous clap finally stopped echoing in Dunks ears, he could wipe the gunk off his face and out of his eyes to try to see just what had happened. He stared up at the Jumboball towering over the end zone behind him, and his jaw dropped.

Lets see that one more time, Jim!

The image on the screen showed the Ogre racing towards Dunk, captured in a slow-motion replay. Just as the creature was about to land on Dunk, the image froze.

Right there, Bob. Do you see it?

See it, Bob said. If I wasnt wearing my Sun Protection Fetish, I think it might have fried my grave-delicate skin from here. As a vampire, I owe my life to my Coppertomb SPF 1,000.

The bolt of lightning, Bob. Its right there. Advance that forward just a hair.

The image on the Jumboball moved almost imperceptibly, and Dunk saw the flash that had only been a tiny spot before stretch into an explosion of light that crossed the massive crystal, stabbing straight through the Ogre as it went.

See, theres the bolt. Now just a little bit more.

The image changed again. The bolt was gone, and the Ogre had disappeared too. An Ogre-shaped pile of ash hung in mid-air in its place.

The image moved forward once more, and the pile of ash fell to the Astrogranite. Some of it had already started to blow away as it dropped, but the bulk of it crashed down to the earth.

As he watched this, Dunk realised he had flash-fried ogre all over him. He stood up and screamed.

Then MGrash dumped an entire keg of Killer Genuine Draft beer on top of him. The force of the falling liquid knocked him to his knees and left him gasping for air. On the other hand, it did exactly what it was supposed to do. It rinsed the remnants of the ogre from his hair, armour, and skin. The hop-scented residue it left behind made Dunk think more than anything that he needed to get himself something pure and clean to drink to wash the taste of ogre ashes out of his mouth.

Ive never seen anything like this, Jim said over the PA. I mean, death, maiming, even dismemberment, but for the game to stop for it is truly strange.

Well its hard to play when youre missing the ball, Bob said. Most times if the ball gets blown up or just flattened the players can at least scoop up the pieces and play with those until the next break in the action. When it just disappears like that, its hard to see what you might do with it.

GrNash, the Ogres team captain sure showed some initiative, scooping up a handful of those ashes and running them into the end zone.

True, although I think Bool made the right call by nullifying the touchdown. After all, its impossible to tell if any of those ashes came from the ball instead of poor ChBrakk.

You gotta admire a competitor like that. Even the death of his cousin isnt enough to slow him down for a second.

Well, with the clock winding down here, Bob, it looks like this game might end up in a tie.

I hate ties. Theyre like kissing your sister.

I told you to stop dating her.

Hey, I said I hate kissing her, but she seems to love it. I cant get her to respect the restraining order!

Hold it, Jim. Our roving reporter on the field, the lovely L?stiges Weibchen, would like to check in.

The image on the screen shifted to a beautiful woman with long, auburn hair and black eyes, who smiled out at the viewer like she had always been your best friend. She stood down on the sidelines, somewhere near the ogres dugout from the look of it. As she spoke, she glanced up behind her from time to time.

Thanks, Bob! Eyewitnesses here on the field and in the stands claim that this mysterious thunderbolt did not come from the sky, but from right here in the stadium.

MGrash helped Dunk to his feet, and then picked him up and shook him like a wet dog, flinging beer and beer-soaked ash everywhere. Just when Dunk had started to wonder if MGrash might accidentally kill him, the shaking stopped, and Dunk could watch the Jumboball again.

There he is, Bob! L?stiges said, her voice ringing out over the PA system, even though the image on the Jumboball was that of a gaunt, middle-aged man in midnight-blue robes. As the camra zoomed in on the man  picking out his wispy white beard, his silver skullcap, and his watery, green eyes  Dunk recognised him instantly.

L?stiges gasped and said Its Schlechter Zauberer!

The crowd echoed the reporters sharp intake of breath.

Blood Bowl fans may remember Zauberers involvement in the death almost two years ago of the mutant minotaur captain of the Chaos All-Stars, Schlitz Malty Likker. Rumour also has it that he was the motivating force behind the tragic Jumboball accident here in Magritta last year that ended in the messy and permanent death of Krader, the troll player who had showed so much promise up until that point. To make matters worse, Zauberer was on the All-Stars payroll at the time, ostensibly hired to help them, not murder their star players.

As Dunk watched, Zauberer  who had been standing among a group of passed-out drunks in the nosebleed section of the bleachers, right under the announcers box  lifted his arms over his head and took off into the air. Dunk wondered for a moment if the fans the wizard had left behind were really sleeping at all or just not moving under their own power forever. Before he could ponder the issue much longer, an idea struck him, and he turned and sprinted off towards the Hackers dugout.

As you might remember, Hoffnung and Zauberer have clashed several times before, both on the field and off. Since the wizard is not listed as an official employee or freebooter for either team, I can only guess that Zauberer has decided to take their rivalry to a new, deadlier level.

When Dunk was only twenty yards or so from the dugout, another lightning bolt came scorching out of the sky to carve a crater in the ground right behind where Dunk had been, proving L?stiges words right.

A ball, Dunk yelled at his teammates in the dugout. Toss me a ball!

All of the players in the Hackers dugout just stared at Dunk in some odd mixture of astonishment and fear. Lined up in their green and gold uniforms, the Hackers three-sword H logo emblazoned across the sides of the helmets they held on their laps, they seemed like little more than children brought together to play a game. Unfortunately, Blood Bowl was a game of life and death.

Spinne stepped out of the dugout and pitched a ball to Dunk underhand. He caught it neatly in his left hand and swapped it to his right. Then he cocked his head back and searched the sky over the stadium for any sign of the wizard who meant to fry him to ashes in moments.

A third bolt of lightning passed close enough to Dunk to stand his hair on end. The clap of thunder that followed deafened him again, but since it passed behind him he could still see. He spun around, looked directly above him, and spotted Zauberer diving closer, cursing in some language Dunk had never heard, a long, silver wand waving in his hand.

Dunk cocked back his arm and threw the football like a bullet at the wizard. Zauberer tried to dodge the spiked missile, but instead he only managed to put his shoulder forward. This caused the tip of the ball to slam into the wizards right arm rather than his chest.

Zauberer shrieked like a little girl from the pain. Clutching at the ball still embedded in his flesh, he fluttered towards the ground like a wounded duck, clawing desperately at the air with his fingers, but finding no purchase.

Dunk took one long step to the side, and the wizard crashed to the Astrogranite in front of him with a dull thud. Dunk reached down with one hand and pulled Zauberer to his feet. He needed to know what was going on. He hadnt seen the wizard in over a year, and now hed tried to kill him for no reason Dunk could discern.

Zauberers head slumped down between his shoulders, and a thin line of bloody drool trickled out of his mouth. He groaned when Dunk lifted him to his feet, but his feet wouldnt bear his weight, and his eyes only opened long enough to roll back into his head before closing again.

Dunk yanked the ball from the wizards shoulder, planning to use it to jab him back to consciousness. The open wound bled freely, and what little colour the pasty-faced wizard had drained from him, leaving him whiter than the lines painted on the field.

Speaking of competitors, Jim, what do you think about Hoffnung there? It seems hes found himself a ball!

Startled, Dunk peered around the field and saw everyone staring at him. For just a moment, no one in the stadium breathed. Then GrNash, the Oldheim Ogre whod cracked his skull earlier in the game, threw a long, broken, sausage-sized finger in Dunks direction  it must have come from one of the other Ogres  and bellowed, Kill him!

Dunk dropped Zauberer and heard the wizards skullcap crack against the Astrogranite. Then he started to race towards the Hackers dugout.

Thats a damned shame, Bobs voice said. One little assassination attempt by a wizard tossing lightning bolts around like snotlings in a bar fight, and Hoffnung loses his nerve. He had such potential too.

Not to mention the fact that we only have a few seconds left in the game. Looks like youll be puckering up for my baby sister Bertha tonight!

Not today, Jim. Since this game is part of the Spike! Magazine Tournament finals, no ties are allowed. Well go into sudden-death overtime instead.

If those Ogres catch Hoffnung, I think I know whose death well see first!

Dunk ignored the commentators and scanned the Hackers end zone. He saw Cavre racing towards it now, breaking away from the Ogres eager to carry out GrNashs death sentence.

Dunk brought his arm back one more time and tossed the ball high and long into the air. It arced up and then down like the smooth parabola of a rainbow. At the end stood no pot of gold, just Cavres outstretched, wide open hands.

Cavre pulled the ball in just as time ran out, but Dunk couldnt tell where the catchers feet were. Had he scored, or had they been too late?

Bool blew the whistle, but Dunk couldnt tell if it was to signal a touchdown or the end of the game  maybe both?

Touchdown! The Hackers win the game!

Dunk started to throw his arms up in the air to cheer, but he saw the Oldheim Ogres still racing towards him. Remembering how well GrNash had treated him after the last touchdown hed scored, Dunk decided to dive into the Hackers dugout rather than celebrate their victory within arms reach of the angry ogres.

That night in the Bad Water  a sports tavern located in the worst part of Magritta, right down next to the wharf  Dunk raised a tankard of Killer Genuine Draft to toast the Hackers and their advancement to the Spike! Magazine Tournament finals. Heres to the finest bunch of hard-bitten killers Ive ever played alongside! he said.

The other Hackers  all of them, including Pegleg  roared in approval, as did the assembled crowd of regulars and hangers-on tough enough to work their way into the main room that night. They clanked their mugs together and drank deeply in approval of Dunks sentiment.

Another round of Killers, Sparky! Slick called. Put it on the Hackers tab.

Pegleg started to protest, but everyone else in the bar shouted him down, including his own players. He raised his hook to slash the throat out of the nearest of those whod failed to respect him, but Cavre stepped forward to grab him by the wrist and sit him down before anyone could get hurt.

The dwarf bartender raced along the high foot rail behind the bar  which boosted him up high enough so that he could reach out over the bar  towards a fresh keg of beer. A cheer rose up, and at first Dunk thought it was for the beer. Then Spinne elbowed him in the ribs and pointed up at the set of crystal balls hanging over the bar.

Each of the crystal balls showed a sporting event of one kind or another. These ranged from professional snotling tossing (an event favoured in dwarf taverns around the Old World) to dragon wrestling (dragon vs. ogre, dragon vs. troll, dragon vs. dragon, etc.) to witchball (played by scantily clad women straddling flying broomsticks). On the largest crystal ball, the Reikland Reavers faced off against the Darkside Cowboys, a dark elf team with a reputation for cruelty, even among Blood Bowl players.

The Reavers had just scored the go-ahead touchdown as the time wound down in the half. As the Wolf Sports team cut over to the Gods-Damned Blood Bowl Halftime Show  hosted by Barry Hacksaw and No. J. Pimpson  Spinne nuzzled up under Dunks arm and kissed him on the cheek, a forlorn look on her face.

Are you okay? he asked.

A frown marred Spinnes beautiful face. Here in the bar, her strawberry-blonde hair and blue-grey eyes gleamed in the lanterns light. The set of her jaw showed the strength she had to have to be one of the few female Blood Bowl players, but her eyes had softened tonight for some reason.

I dont know whether to root for the Reavers or their opposition, she said with a sigh.

I know what you mean, Dunk said, wrapping his arm tighter around her shoulders. I want Dirk and his team to win, but if they do well have to face them in the finals. That could get

messy.

Their starting thrower may be your little brother, but I played on that team just a couple of months back.

Are you worried youll have to play against your old friends? Maybe hurt them?

Spinne stood up straight and scoffed at Dunk, his arm falling from her. Not at all. Theyre a bunch of jackasses, Dirk included. Why do you think Im playing for the Hackers?

Because Slick forced Pegleg to make you a great offer? Dunk smiled behind his tankard as he took a long pull from the fresh beer that Sparky had slid in front of him.

Okay, that was it. Spinne grinned at him.

So whats the problem?

Well, if we play against the Reavers, I know them backwards and forwards, every strength and every flaw. The downside is they know mine too.

Your flaws? Thats a short list.

You have a list? Spinne narrowed her eyes at Dunk.

Its just a metaphor. He held up his hands in mock surrender.

Is that something like a dikphor? She raised an eyebrow at him.

Whats a dikphor? Dunk asked, regretting the words as they left his mouth.

Spinne leaned in close and whispered in Dunks ear. Play your cards right, and Ill show you later.

Then Spinne froze in his arms.

What? Dunk asked. He held her at arms length and stared into her eyes, which were focused on something behind him. What is it?

Look, she said, jerking her chin at the wall over the bar.

Dunk turned to see L?stiges interviewing Schlechter Zauberer on Wolf Sports Cabalvision. The wizard lay sitting up bare-chested in a sickhouse bed, fat and slimy leeches hanging from his wounded shoulder, which looked like it had been stitched up with a dirty shoelace. Without his robes, the man seemed skeletal, his papery, white skin stretched thin over his jutting bones. The dark circles under his red-rimmed eyes made him seem like he might soon be hammering on deaths door with his silver skullcap.

L?stiges asked the wizard a question, and he started to rant out the answer. With the celebration in the tavern as loud as it was, Dunk couldnt hear a thing. He grabbed MGrash by the arm and signalled for the ogre to quiet down the crowd.

MGrash turned to face the people gathered in the bar and put a finger to his lips. Then he shouted out, Shhhh! Be quiet! Dunkel wants to hear the evil wizard talk!

Dunk blushed as all eyes turned to him, but he ignored the attention and focused on the large crystal ball instead. Everyone followed his example without saying another word.

So you attack in broad daylight because you like the attention? L?stiges asked.

The camra focused on the clammy-faced Zauberer. This is just the start of everything, he said, a line of drool hanging from his bottom lip as he spoke. Soon the world will know my name. Soon emperors will tremble at my feet. The ultimate power will soon be m-mine!

L?stiges leaned into the camras view and said, Uh-huh. So, just how does your attempt on Dunk Hoffnungs life earlier today fit in with your plans for world domination?

A sly smile played across Zauberers purplish lips. He gazed so intently into the camra it seemed he could see everyone watching back at him through their crystal balls.

I have friends  acquaintances, really  in high places with low intentions. In return for their favours  their infernal influence  they have requested that I bring them the head of one Dunkel Hoffnung, formerly of Altdorf and now part of the Bad Bay Hackers.

That doesnt seem to have gone so well for you.

Zauberer ignored L?stiges sarcastic tone and kept staring into the camra, his eyes growing wider, and his words more urgent.

These noble people have authorized me to place a price on Hoffnungs egg-fragile head.

Dunk heard L?stiges nearly choke at this news. Once she cleared her throat, she asked, And how much would this reward of yours be worth?

Zauberers eyes focused off-camra, in the reporters direction, for just a moment, a horrifying leer on his face. Then he looked back into the camra, which zoomed in tight on his red-rimmed, bloodshot, slime-green eyes.

One million Imperial crowns.

Everyone in the bar caught their breath at once. No one moved. Dunks heart froze in his chest. He wanted nothing more than to rewind that moment and shut the crystal ball off before those words went out again.

Then Zauberer threw back his head, exposing his pale gums and his awkward rows of chipped and stained teeth, and he laughed.

Dunk looked to Spinne, then to Slick and the rest of the Hackers. He could see by the looks on their faces that they stood with him.

It took a lot to bribe a Blood Bowl player, but that kind of money was enough to start a whole new team. Still, the Hackers had become Dunks family over the past two years, and he knew he could trust them to have his back under any circumstances. Even the new players had trained and practised with him long enough for him to rely on them during a game. This could be no more dangerous than that.

Then Dunk saw the rest of the Bad Waters rough and tumble patrons eyeing him, some of them counting up the odds and figuring how much theyd each get by splitting the reward up that many ways. It wouldnt take them long to realise it would be worth chancing a horrible beating at the Hackers hands.

Guys, Dunk said, his voice serious and low as he clutched Spinnes hand, I think its time to go.

4

The first of the bounty hunters  for thats what everyone in the bar had transformed into with the mad wizards announcement of an impossible reward  launched himself at Dunk with the neck of a broken bottle in his hand. Dunk dodged the drunken mans clumsy slash, and then smashed his nose back into his head with his fist.

Before the first attacker even hit the floor, a pair of other hopefuls charged forward. Dunk knew that he wouldnt be able to get his arms up to defend himself in time, so he gritted his teeth and waited for them to hit him. Instead, Spinne knocked one of them flat with a spinning kick while Guillermo dropped the other in his tracks with a roundhouse that landed square in the mans overflowing gut.

Dunk righted himself from his own swing and saw that the Hackers had to be outnumbered five to one. While he knew that he and his teammates still had the upper hand, he didnt see how this could end well. The Hackers had to play in the Spike! Magazine Tournament finals in just a few days. If they lost a few players in a bar brawl, that could throw off their whole game.

Since the bars patrons were all after him, the best thing he could do for everyone, he realised, was disappear. He glanced around for a way out.

The front door was too far away, he knew, and too many people stood between him and it. To get there, hed have to harm and maybe kill at least a half-dozen of the bounty hunters, if not more.

People blocked his way to the back door too. Plus, Dunk knew such an escape would be too obvious. Even if he managed to make it out to the street, hed probably find another dozen people there ready and waiting for him to emerge.

He eyed the nearest window. At the moment, it seemed like his best bet. If he managed to crash through it without killing himself, he might be able to disappear into the maze of alleys and barely standing shacks that formed Magrittas seaside district.

Then Dunk spotted Sparky standing on top of the bar and waving like a marooned sailor trying to signal a passing ship. Hed done everything but set the bar on fire, and he looked as if that might be next on his list.

Dunk nodded at the dwarf, who pointed at Dunk and then back down behind the bar. His intent was clear. If Dunk could make it over there, hed do what he could to protect him, which, given the fact he ran the place, might be a good deal.

Sparky was a great bartender, always friendly and respectful and ready to drive off anyone who gave the Hackers any trouble, which was why they always came here to blow off steam after every game. People in the area knew this, and it had started to drive up business for Sparky  even when the team wasnt in town  and Dunk knew he was grateful for it.

Was that enough of a bond for Dunk to stake his life on? At the moment, it seemed it would have to do. Knowing the eyes of every bounty hunter in the house were on him, Dunk stood atop the bar and shook his fist down at them.

If any of you think youre tough enough to take me on without all your friends around you, then lets have a go! Dunk bellowed. The one who beats me first can have the entire reward!

The patrons in the bar paused for a second to stare at Dunk and then at each other. Then they started swinging at each other instead.

Dunk knew that the distraction wouldnt last long. As soon as he moved back onto the tavern floor, the bounty hunters would forget their differences and return their attentions to him. So he took one step backward and fell down behind the bar in a crouch, dropping straight out of sight of anyone beyond.

Quick! Sparky pressed at Dunk in a stage whisper. With one hand, the dwarf held up a low, wide hatch set in the floor directly under the bar. The index finger on his other hand jabbed straight towards the dark hole under the hatch.

Where does it lead? Dunk asked as he scrambled over to the hatch on his hands and knees.

Anywheres better than here right now, Sparky said. Once you go, I can break up the fight quick, but you better move. Theyll fill the streets looking for you right after.

Thanks, Dunk said, shaking the dwarfs meaty hand.

Sparky grinned at Dunk through his beer-soaked beard. Just add in a hefty tip once I send you your bill.

Dunk dived into the darkness beyond the hatch. It clicked shut behind him, cutting off all light and leaving him in pitch blackness. For a moment, panic gripped him, and he wondered if Sparky had trapped him in here so he could claim the reward for himself.

Dunk told himself that hed already made the decision to trust Sparky. Now hed have to explore the results.

He felt around with his hands and discovered he was in a long, low, and narrow passageway. The sides and bottom of it were lined with bricks, and the roof appeared to be the bottom of the taverns floorboards. There seemed to be only one way to go, and so thats the way he went.

Dunk found out the hard way that the crossbeams under the Bad Waters floorboards cut through the top of the tunnel. After he banged his head the first time, he resolved to move more slowly and carefully.

As he worked his way further along, the dull thumps and muffled bangs that sounded above his head stopped. For a moment, he hoped the fight was over, but he realised hed probably just moved out from under the taverns floor. He tried to picture where the tunnel might lead him, but he couldnt. Hed kept clear of the alleys that ran behind the Bad Water, and it came to him that if the passageway had been slowly turning in one way or the other hed never have been able to tell. There was nothing to do but keep crawling on.

The tunnel might have been comfortable for a dwarf, but Dunk found it claustrophobic after a while. He yearned to be able to stand up or just stretch his arms out to the sides. He doubted he could even turn around in the passageway, even if he wanted to. It was just too tight.

Then something bit him on his thigh. He fell on his shoulder as he spun around in the tight tunnel and grabbed at it, but he couldnt find anything there. He gasped in horror and began shoving himself down the tunnel with his heels, sliding along on his seat.

A muffled laugh echoed through the tunnel, and Dunk knew what had happened. He sat up in the tunnel  it was just tall enough for him to do so without bumping his head  and stuffed his hand into his pocket. There he found his leather purse. He pulled it out and untied it from his belt and then swung it hard, smacking it against the wall.

Yowch! a tiny voice said from within the bag, Knock it off!

You bit me, you little bastard, Dunk said.

The thing in the purse sniggered. Gotta make my own fun.

Do it again, Skragger, and Ill smash you flat.

Better than being a shrunken head, Skragger said in his high, tiny voice.

Dunk swung the purse around fast. Are you sure about that?

Respect me! Skragger said. Had season scoring record once.

Before Dirk broke it. Dunk said. Youre lucky to even be a shrunken head after what you tried to do to me. If Cavre hadnt worked his magic on you, youd be just one more dead orc rotting in the ground.

Dunk considered crushing Skraggers head into paste right there and then, but he couldnt bring himself to do it. If living as a shrunken head in Dunks purse wasnt punishment enough, what was? Killing the orc would be too good for him.

If Dunk could have figured out a better fate for his old nemesis, hed have made it happen. He hadnt asked Cavre to make the old orc into a squeaking caricature of his former self, although Dunk had to admit the little guy was a ton of fun to break out at parties. He felt responsible for him now though. He couldnt just give him to someone else.

Or could he? Either way, that wasnt something he could devote any time to ponder now. He tied his purse to his belt again with its leather strings and let it dangle there. Skragger wouldnt be able to bite him while he swayed about in mid-air, and that would do for the moment.

Whats the big idea biting me? Dunk asked. Dont you think I have enough trouble on my hands?

Skragger snorted. Get me that reward, buy me new body. Maybe use yours, get me stitched to your neck.

Dunk smacked the purse hard and started crawling again, trying to shut the old blitzers snickering out. After a while, Dunk smacked his own head into something again, but not nearly as hard as the first time. He reached out with his hand to see how far down it ran, and he found that the obstacle ran from the top of the tunnel to its bottom and all the way across.

Dunk took a deep breath to steady his nerves, and when he exhaled it sounded like a shout in the closed-off tunnel. He reached out and felt along the wall in front of him until his fingers found a latch. Letting loose a sigh of relief, he undid the latch and gave the little door in front of him a push.

Dunk saw lanterns flickering in the distance, but the world outside the doorway stood shrouded in shadows. He heard the familiar sound of water lapping up against a reinforced shoreline, and somewhere above him people shouted something he couldnt make out.

He moved out through this hatch and glanced around to get his bearings. The tunnel had brought him out underneath the base of one of the piers that stabbed out of Magrittas wharfside district. Boots tramped along the wooden planks above him, moving in all directions. He heard his name shouted a few times, but never in alarm. He believed, for the moment at least, that he was safe.

Fancy meeting you here, kid, said a high-pitched voice that seemed as if it might break into a wicked cackle any second.

Dunk recognised the voice immediately. Hed never heard anyone else talk like that, and he hoped he never would. In fact, hed have been thrilled if he hadnt been hearing this exact persons voice.

Gunther the Gobbo! Dunk said, keeping his voice at a harsh whisper. What are you doing here?

The thought that Sparky had sold him out to the unscrupulous bookie thrummed in Dunks mind. It made him want to strike out and kill the greasy creature right there and then. He could just let the body fall into the waters of the harbour below, and no one would be the wiser. No one would miss the bookie anyway, least of all his clients.

Gunther crept out from behind a nearby piling, and Dunk realised he was standing on a narrow, wooden walkway that ran directly under the hatch out of which he was leaning. The bookie had the same wild, green eyes, long, wide nose, and horrible, wart-and-lesion covered skin that Dunk remembered. He swept the long wisps of his forelock back onto his balding scalp and grinned at Dunk with his tiny, childs teeth.

Waiting for you, of course. Youre suddenly a lot more popular than you used to be.

Dunk crawled out of the tunnel and crouched on the walkway, ready to pounce at Gunther in an instant.

Where are they? Dunk asked, glancing around.

Who? Gunther jumped as if startled, and almost fell off the walkway as he scanned the darkness for whomever Dunk might have expected.

Your henchmen, your hired muscle, your thugs, your business associates  whatever youre calling them these days. Trot them out and let me kill them.

Gunther chuckled softly, and Dunk knew hed seen through his bluff. Despite the fact that he played Blood Bowl for a living, he was no cold-blooded killer. Im no bounty hunter, kid. Im a businessman.

Dunk narrowed his eyes at the squat bookie. Youre alone?

Have you ever known me to want to share my profits?

Dunk scowled at the piggish bookie, and then said, How did you know where to find me.

Kid. Gunther looked at Dunk as if he must be shamming being a moron because no one could really be that thick. Sparkys a friend of mine. In my line of work, Ive had occasion to make use of that secret passage of his myself. I knew youd be at the Bad Water tonight celebrating your victory, just like you always do. Youre a creature of habit.

The thought that his actions were so predictable disturbed Dunk. If Gunther could figure out where he might end up, then anyone else could too. Due to his time with the Hackers  and that documentary L?stiges made about their voyage to Albion in search of the Far Albion Cup last year  anyone with access to Cabalvision knew what he looked like. With a million-crown reward on his head, how would he be able to live?

I was just a few doors down from here myself when I saw that halftime report. Thats a bad break, kid. Youre going to need all the friends you can get.

Dunk saw where the Gobbo was going. The man had long made a living as an influence peddler. He saw a wealthy player on a popular team in need of his services, and he pounced on it like a snake on a rat.

I already have all the friends I want, Dunk said. Besides, I thought youd shut the Black Jerseys down.

Gunther smiled, and his teeth seemed to glow in the shadows. Lets just say Ive learned my lesson about keeping a low profile. Who needs such colourful names and complicated plans when its so much more effective to just help guide the right players in the right directions?

Get out of my way, Dunk said.

Gunther pointed to where the walkway ran off behind Dunk. Youd be better off going that way. His grin grew wider. Take my word for it.

I owe you nothing, Dunk said. He turned and padded off away from the bookie as fast as he could without making too much noise.

Its on the house, kid, Gunther called after him, far louder than he would have liked. Im already setting up a pool for when youll get caught. Ill make a killing!

5

Dunk spent the next few days in hiding. That night, he rolled a drunken sailor on the edge of the wharf and stole his clothes for a disguise. He smudged his face with grease he found in a barrel at one dark end of the wharf. Then he made his way through the back alleys near Magrittas wharf until he found a pub that rented out a few rooms in the back, mostly by the hour. Then he collapsed until the sun rode high over the city the next day.

Dunk knew that Pegleg would want him to take part in the teams practices, but he didnt see how he could manage it without starting a riot. So he stayed away, exercising in private to keep himself in condition and to force his mind away from concentrating on his troubles. He would deal with Zauberer and his mysterious employers soon, but right now he just needed to concentrate on getting ready for the game.

The morning of the Spike! Magazine Tournament final match, Dunk slunk through Magrittas predawn streets and found his way to the Hackers inn. He entered the place through the kitchen, blowing past the workers, who thought he was trying to steal a meal. He took the back passages up to Cavres room and knocked gently on the door.

Come in, Cavre said, looking like he was ready to start the days match already, even though the sun had just risen over the horizon.

Were you expecting someone? Dunk asked as he stepped into the room. Youre already dressed.

Cavre closed the door behind Dunk and gestured for him to take one of the chairs in the suites parlour. You, of course, the blitzer said. People have been camped out in front of your and Spinnes room for days. Even MGrash has a contingent of hopefuls who believe you will go to him first. For myself, I chased every one of them off with a long knife, and so the way is clear.

Isnt the fact that were staying here supposed to be a secret anyway? Dunk asked. Before the big matches, teams often checked into new inns or stayed in remote areas to prevent their upcoming opponents  or opposing fans  from trying to sabotage them before the game even started. The Hackers stayed only with trusted innkeepers renowned for their discretion, and they paid handsomely for the treatment. With as much gold on the line as there was in top-level Blood Bowl tournaments, even a cheapskate like Pegleg considered the cost a wise investment.

Cavre gave Dunk a smile that said the thrower already knew the answer. We pay for our privacy in gold, so gold can penetrate it as well. With a million Imperial crowns at stake, our privacy looks like a used archery target.

So Im not safe here, Dunk said, glancing at the door.

You are not safe anywhere, my friend. As long as theres that price on your head, youre fortunate to find any space where you can rest it. Cavre took a long look at Dunk. Take a nap in my bed. Ill have some food brought up later, and when youre ready well gather the team to make a try for the stadium together.

Im surprised some of the new players havent tried to sell me out. Dunk lay back on the couch, surprised to realise how tired he was.

Whos to say they didnt? Cavre said. Captain Pegleg has held team meetings every day in which he emphasises loyalty and teamwork. I doubt any of them would move against you directly, but someone might decide that selling information about your whereabouts would be harmless enough.

So its good I kept away, Dunk said. I thought Pegleg would be furious about me missing so much practice time.

Cavre laughed. I never said he was happy. Hes spoken to Mr. Fullbelly about docking your pay, but I believe your agent has convinced him that youre acting in the teams best interests.

Lets hope hes right, Dunk said with a yawn. Maybe it would be better for the team if I quit.

This time Cavre didnt laugh a bit. Do you think that throwers with your talent and skill can be found on any street corner? Do not fool yourself, Dunk. The Hackers fortunes have turned around since you joined our team, and the timing is no coincidence.

Why, Cavre, that almost sounded like a compliment. Dunks eyes closed of their own accord as he spoke.

Do not become arrogant about it. Those who let such things go to their heads often have their brains dashed out on the field.

Dunk thought he had a snappy response to that, but before he could utter it he fell fast asleep.

When Dunk woke up, he found himself laid out on a bench in the Hackers locker room, already dressed in his Blood Bowl armour. He opened his eyes to find Slick staring down at him, a self-satisfied grin on his face.

Welcome back to the land of the living, son. Youre just in time to make your mark on Blood Bowl history.

Dunk tried to sit up right away, but found that his head felt woozy. Spinne jumped over an intervening bench to give him a hand and get him up on his feet. Thank you, he said before sitting back down again. He considered it a personal victory that he hadnt lain down on the bench once more.

What happened? he asked as he tried to shake the cobwebs from his head. I dont think Ive ever slept that hard before.

Well, Spinne said putting an arm around Dunk and kissing him on his unshaven cheek, Pegleg figured that we couldnt be seen walking into the stadium with you. It would have caused a riot, and  as much as Id be happy to defend you to the death  we have a match to play today.

So? Dunk said, still confused.

So he called in Dr. Pill who slipped you a little something to help keep you asleep.

Dunk glanced across the room and spotted the elf watching him, nodding approvingly at his own handiwork. He flashed Dunk a grin and gave him a big thumbs-up. Youll feel fine in no time, he called over.

The other players in the locker room paused for a moment to give Dunk a cheer, which he waved off with a sheepish grin. Thanks, guys, he said before they each returned to their own pre-game preparations and rituals.

How did you get me here? He ran a hand through his hair and realised it was wet.

Well, we had to pack you away in something that no one would notice us carrying through the streets of Magritta. We couldnt trust anyone else to transport you, especially since you were unconscious, so it had to be something we regularly had with us. If there had been anything out of the ordinary, people after that bounty on your head would have tried to stop us immediately.

Dunk cracked his neck, working the stiffness from it. He saw MGrash coming over to greet him, the ogres regular, goofy grin on his face. Some people mistook it for an evil leer, but Dunk had known MGrash for far too long to make that mistake. So how did you get me here? Dunk asked again.

It really was the only way, Spinne said, looking up at MGrash.

The ogre put down the keg he was carrying, and then leaned over and laid a heavy hand on Dunks shoulder. Did it for you, Dunkel. My friend, Dunkel!

The ogres breath reeked of beer, and lots of it. MGrash drank regularly and often, but rarely this early in the day and never before a game. If Pegleg had thought it would help make the ogre mean, hed have forced the alcohol down MGrashs throat himself. Unfortunately for the coach, beer just made MGrash sweeter than ever. He was  unlike any other ogre Dunk had ever met  a happy drunk.

Why MGrash was drunk now, he could only guess. Then he noticed that when MGrash had set his keg down on the ground it had thumped with a peculiarly hollow noise. It was empty.

Dunk leapt to his feet, aghast. You brought me here in that? He pointed at the keg, the top of which he could now see was missing.

MGrash grinned and nodded at Dunk so much that Dunk feared the ogres head might roll off and crush his legs. Spinne winced in sympathy as she put an arm around him. It was the only way, she said, and we knew it wouldnt be comfortable for you. We didnt want to have to worry about you getting cramped or scared in the keg, so



So you had our hired quack slip me something to keep me out. Dunk shook his head in disgust. As he did, he realised the cobweb inside his skull had disappeared. As creepy as the apothecary was, Dunk had to admit the old elf knew his potions.

Spinne held him tight and cocked her head low to peer up into his eyes. Are you all right? she asked. They had to fold you in half to get you to fit in the keg. I begged them to stop, but they promised me it wouldnt hurt.

Of course hes fine, Slick offered as he strode up to stand in front of Dunk. Look at him. Hes the picture of health. Looks like a million crowns  I mean  oh, never mind me. You look great!

Dunk scowled down at the Halfling, who beamed back up at him, undeterred by his clients attitude. You seem pretty happy for an agent whose top client got his last three days pay docked.

Ah, Slick said, his grin broadening. That might have been the sad fate of an ordinary player with an ordinary agent, but theres nothing at all so pedestrian about you and me, son.

So you talked him into forgetting about me ditching practice?

Slick pursed his lips. Its more like I made a little wager with him. If we win today, hell pay you every dime for those lost days  plus well get our share of the championship purse!

And if we lose?

Slick glared at Dunk as if hed been slapped. Shut your mouth, son! Were not going to lose this game.

Dunk raised an eyebrow at Slick, and then knelt down to whisper at him. You convinced Pegleg to bet against his own team?

He looks at it this way: If we should  through some horrible twist of fate  happen to lose the game, he gets some of his money back. When, instead, we win, hell be happy to pay the properly owed amount out of the winners purse.

Slick gave Dunk a smug smile. Dont think of it as a bet. Its more like we offered your employer a money-back guarantee.

Dunk laughed quietly as he stood up and looked down at his agent. Only you could sell that angle, Slick.

Thats why you pay me to be your agent.

Dunk just sighed. Then a thought struck him. Who won the game the other night?

You dont know? Spinne asked, concerned.

Dunk shook his head. I was busy running for my life. I havent seen a crystal ball or a broadsheet since. So, who are we playing?

Spinne stared straight into Dunks eyes. The Reikland Reavers, she said with a twisted smile, of course.

Dunk put his hands over his face, and then pulled them down past his chin. Of course.

You shouldnt be here, Dirk Heldmann said as he shook Dunks hand for the camras. As team captain, Cavre had asked Dunk to accompany him to the centre of the field for the opening coin toss. With Dirk as the Reavers captain, this would be the only chance for the two brothers to talk before the game began, and Dunk thanked Cavre for the opportunity.

Im just here to play Blood Bowl, Dunk said.

Dirk glared up at Dunk. It often struck Dunk how different the two brothers looked, seeing as how theyd undeniably come from the same two parents. Dunk had a thick build and his hair and eyes were so dark they were almost black. Dirk, on the other hand, was lean and wiry, with white-blond hair and bright blue eyes, and stood at least an inch taller than his older brother. When the pair stood next to each other, people could see the resemblance, but only then.

Youre going to get killed, Dirk said.

Thats sweet that youre concerned for me, but I know how to handle myself on a Blood Bowl field.

Dirk grabbed Dunk by the side of his helmet and pulled him close. Youre not listening to me. You never listen.

Dunk sighed. Theyd had this fight countless times before, and it had long since become old. Okay. Speak.

The Reavers  the players, at least  have decided that collecting the reward on your head is more important than winning the game. The first chance they get, theyre going to kill you, snatch your body, and load you on the fastest boat to Altdorf.

You really know how to make a guy feel wanted.

Stop being cute. Dirk sneered down at Dunk. You are wanted  dead or alive.

Dunk scowled. Hasnt anyone bothered to consider that Zauberer might be lying? What makes anyone think they can take his word on anything? Hes a wizard of the blackest kind.

With that amount of money possibly on the line, people are willing to take the chance. Besides, L?stiges sources say its real.

I cant believe youre still dating her.

Dirk rolled his eyes. You need to leave here. Now. Before the first play. Youre a fine player, Dunk, but even you cant beat ten-to-one odds

Orcs or Eagles, the referee  Rhett Bool again  grunted as he presented Dunk and the team captains with a commemorative coin cast just for the game.

Never bet against the Emperor, Dirk said. Eagles!

The minotaur flipped the coin into the air and let it bounce to a stop on the Astrogranite. Eagles! he announced before he turned to Dirk. Kick or receive?

Receive. Dirk glared at Dunk with desperate eyes. Dont let them do this to you, he said. Meet me after the game. We can figure this out.

North or south end? Bool asked.

South, said Cavre.

Dunk grimaced at his brother, and then reached out and pulled their helmets together for an instant. Im sorry, he said. I cant.

With that, he turned and trotted down to the south end of the field.

6

Soon after Edgar kicked the ball, Dunk knew Dirk had been right. The ball went sailing right over every one of the Reavers and landed in the stands behind the end zone. The bloodthirsty fans  eager for the game to get started in earnest  tossed the ball back onto the field, but the Reavers ignored it. Instead of going for the ball, they went straight for Dunk.

Have you ever seen anything like this, Bob? Jims voice boomed out over the PA system. The Reavers seem to have decided that taking out Hoffnung is more important than playing the game!

With a million crowns on the line, can you blame them? said Bob. Maybe they hope to stake their claim in Hoffnungs valuable chest and then go on to destroy the Hackers to put the froth on that blood money.

Hoffnungs a contender though. I dont think hell go down without a fight.

Your moneys better than mine already, Jim. In the Gobbos pool, I had him being found floating in the harbour last night!

Dunk let the commentators banter fade into the background as he concentrated on the task at hand: staying alive. He raced towards MGrash, who was already trotting in his direction.

They want to hurt Dunkel! MGrash said, dismay painted on his face. For a moment, Dunk thought the ogre might weep.

Lets see that doesnt happen, big guy, Dunk said. Give me a ride?

MGrashs fear for his friends life evaporated in an instant. Childlike joy danced in his eyes instead. Piggyback?

How about on your shoulders? Dunk said. He scrambled up the ogres outstretched arms and wrapped his legs around the ogres tree trunk of a neck.

Just then, the first of the Reavers hit MGrash in the legs. The lineman speared the ogre in the thigh with the line of spikes that ran along the crest of his helmet.

MGrash howled in pain. For all his size and strength, Dunk knew that he was a bit of a baby when it came to being hurt.

Most teams respected MGrash for his superhuman strength and gave him as wide a berth as possible on the field. He spent most of his time chasing them down and breaking them apart like a series of desert-dry wishbones. Sure, he had to take on the big bruisers on the other teams, but he was ready for that. To have a human attack him directly surprised the ogre, and he didnt like it one bit.

MGrash reached down and plucked the money-mad lineman from his thigh. He hauled the Reaver into the air by his helmet, the strap of which held tight, choking the man as his feet thrashed in the empty air below them.

You hurt me! MGrash bellowed into the front of the mans helmet, raw spittle drenching the terrified linemans face. Me hurt you!

With that, the ogre swung his arm in a wide arc and pitched the hapless lineman high into the air. The Reaver sailed through the sky over the field and landed in the stands behind the Hackers dugout. The fans there  at least the ones that werent crushed  cheered and set to taking their revenge on the Reaver for having the nerve to fall on top of them.

Downfield, Dunk saw that one of the new Hackers, a Bretonnian catcher by the name of Singe de Fromage, had scooped up the ball and was making a mad dash for the end zone. A moment later, Rhett Bool blew the whistle and stuck his arms up to signal the Hackers first touchdown.

Dunk and the rest of the Hackers were too busy battling with the Reavers to pay any attention. Despite the score, which should have stopped the game for a moment, the Reavers refused to end their assault.

MGrash tried to avoid the Reavers, but there were just too many of them. They grabbed at his legs and ankles, trying to trip him up or drag him down. Dunk watched Spinne tear the helmet off one of the Reavers and start to beat him senseless with it, and Guillermo was in the process of breaking the arm of one of the Reavers throwers. Still, Dunk knew it wouldnt be enough.

Then he saw Edgar standing in the middle of the field, waving his arms. Im open! the treeman hollered. Im bloody well open!

Dunk tapped MGrash on the top of his bald skull and pointed towards Edgar. The ogre might have had the smarts of a five-year-old, but he understood Blood Bowl well enough to know what Dunk wanted. He plucked his friend off of his neck and pitched him towards Edgars waiting branches, a dozen yards away.

Dunk flung his arms and legs wide, trying to make himself as large a target as possible for Edgar to catch. As he hung in the air at the apex of the throw, he realised that MGrash had hurled him a bit long. He was going to land on the treemans far side.

Edgar spotted this and spun around, stretching his branches out towards the north end of the field. When Dunk flew over his leafy top, he reached out as far as he could and caught the thrower like a baby in a basket.

Thanks! Dunk said, amazed not to be lying flat on the Astrogranite with a crushed spine. Then he glanced back around Edgars trunk. Now run!

The Reavers had happily given up on MGrash as soon as Dunk left the ogres hands. MGrash lumbered after them with a roar, his flying tackle smashing three of them under his bulk. The rest of the Reavers  a half-dozen of them  kept right after Edgar, ignoring their fallen teammates.

Just more for the rest of us! said one of the Reavers  their fastest catcher  as he clawed onto Edgars back with his spiked gauntlets and began to climb towards where Dunk sat in the treemans branches.

Then another Reaver reached out and pulled his teammate off Edgar, smashing his helmet into the ground. Dunk cheered as he saw Dirk pounding away at his own teammate.

Im still the captain of this team! Dirk said as he picked up the Reaver catcher and bodily flung him at the other Reavers stampeding up behind them.

Thats just the kind of old-school discipline missing on most teams these days, Bobs voice said, I remember back when Griff Oberwald was the Reavers captain. Hed have never let his players disobey him like that.

True enough, Jim said, but with a million crowns at stake, Oberwald would probably have led the charge. What we have here is less a case of needed discipline than blood being thicker than Hater-Aid.

Really? Dunk could hear the vampire licking his lips. The Hater-Aid I drink comes with blood in it!

The Reavers chasing Edgar pounded to a halt in front of Dirk, who stood between them and his brother. Dunk grabbed Edgar and pointed for him to turn around so they could see what happened next. Somewhere in the distance, he heard the protesting screams of de Fromage as the fans pulled the celebrating rookie into the stands and started to pass him up and over the stadiums outer wall.

Stand down, Dirk snarled at his teammates. The play is over. If we want to win this game

Sod the game, said one of the Reavers linemen, a bearded, bearlike man with a belly that probably weighed more than Dirk. And if you stand between us and that reward, sod you!

As the lineman spoke, he stepped up closer to his captain and stabbed his finger at Dirks face. Dirk reached out and grabbed the finger, and then snapped it, in one, quick motion. The lineman retracted his mangled digit, screaming at it in disbelief.

Dirk lowered his shoulder and charged into the astonished lineman, driving him backward into the other Reavers. Game on! Dirk shouted, and the brawl started up again.

Seeing how his captain had betrayed the team, the Reavers coach cleared the teams bench, and another four players in their blue-and-white uniforms raced on to the field. Never one to let another coach get an edge on his team, Pegleg did the same.

With Dirk in the middle of the brawl, Dunk refused to keep out of the fight anymore. Toss me in there! he ordered Edgar.

A bloody please wouldnt hurt, the treeman grumped.

Please! Dunk said. Now!

A moment later, Dunk found himself arcing through the air again. This time, he came down hard in the middle of the action, spiked knee guards first. As he smashed into one Reavers back, he lashed out with his fist at another and felt a satisfying crunch.

Joining in the brawl felt right to Dunk. Hed been running from his problems for too long. It was time to take his destiny in his own hands and stop letting others fight his battles for him.

Then all other concerns except the fight dropped away, and Dunk gave himself over to punishing the Reavers for their collective attack. Every time he saw a blue-and-white helmet or armour, he punched, tore, and kicked at it until it went away. He couldnt tell for how long he fought  it could have been seconds or hours  but he kept swinging, determined to put an end to this on his own terms or to go down fighting.

Wow! said Bob. You dont usually see that much violence until the post-game parties!

I think its refreshing, said Jim. Players these days are all about the money. They dont show any passion for the game.

I dont think this is about the game anymore.

Thats my point! If it was, theyd be more concerned about scoring than surviving. Too many of these pansies want to live forever.

I dont think thats going to be a concern for most of the Reavers after today. Look! Theres only one of them left standing!

Dunk dropped the Reaver blitzer hed been beating and spun around to defend himself. He grabbed at the only Reaver he saw on his feet, and smashed his helmet into the other players.

Its me, you idiot! Dirk snarled as he punched Dunk away, his blow knocking his brothers helmet askew.

Dunk ripped his helmet from his head and stared at his brother, huffing and puffing for breath. He nodded his thanks to Dirk wordlessly, but Dirk ignored him.

Dirk turned around slowly, surveying the human wreckage on the Astrogranite. Dunk followed his brothers eyes and saw that only a few of the players on the field could still stand under their own power. A number of them were clearly dead, including, Dunk guessed, whoever owned the better part of an arm lying near midfield.

Players from both teams counted among the dead, and even more of them were injured. MGrash bled from a half-dozen wounds he didnt seem to feel. Edgar had sap running out of a hole in his trunk. Guillermo and Spinne were battered and bruised, with their share of minor cuts, but no worse than they would have received in the course of a game. One of the Hacker rookies lay whimpering to one side, cradling a mangled hand.

Now that it appeared the fight had come to an end, a squad of stretcher bearers from the stadiums staff swarmed onto the field. As the orange-uniformed men lifted the dead and wounded onto their litters, some of them glanced at Dunk with a familiar hunger in their eyes. He snarled at the one closest to him, and the man wet himself. As he scurried off the field, the others returned to their jobs, carefully avoiding Dunks gaze.

A determined Reaver reached out for Dunks ankle, and Dunk kicked him in the arm for his troubles. He thought about making sure the man had been knocked senseless, but Dirk grabbed him by the shoulder before he could strike again.

Thats enough, Dirk said. Hes had enough.

Dunk shrugged his brothers hand off him. If youd keep your animals on a proper leash

These are good players, Dirk said, tearing off his own helmet and getting in Dunks face. Who could resist that kind of reward? You think any of us play this game for the exercise?

They tried to kill me.

Just like they might during any given game.

Dunk stared straight into his little brothers bright blue eyes. You think maybe you can take that reward all for yourself now? he asked.

All the frustration of having to run and hide over the past few days had boiled over during the fight, and Dunk hadnt stuffed it back in the bottle yet. If Dirk wanted a piece of him, hed give it to him.

Dirk raised his fists as if he wanted to throttle the life out of Dunk, but before he could make his move, Rhett Bool stepped between them. He had a ball in his hand, and he shoved it into Dunks hands.

Its your kick-off, he said to Dunk. Then he turned to Dirk. You need to get back to receive.

Dunk and Dirk stared at the minotaur as if hed grown a second head between his horns. He just gazed back at them with his large, bulls eyes, unblinking and silent.

You cant be serious, Dunk said. Whos left to play?

Theres six of you still capable, Bool said. And the Reavers still have one player left.

Dunk felt sick as he looked over at Dirk, who just glared back at him. You cant

Forget it. I wont do it.

The Reavers coach stormed onto the field. Dunk had never met him before, but Blitz Bombardis reputation preceded him. He dressed like a businessman, in a suit of the finest silk, under an over-large bear-fur coat, purportedly made from the skin of a beast hed killed with his own hands in his youth. He stared out at Dunk for a moment through a pair of black-rimmed spectacles that legend had it were fashioned from the black horn of a chaos daemon. If so, Dunk thought that might explain the way the mans eyes blazed at him.

Whats the problem? Bombardi asked Dirk. He held his voice steady, almost quiet, but no one could mistake the menace carried in every syllable he uttered. This man expected his players to execute his orders efficiently and without question. He refused to show his irritation, but Dunk could feel it simmering beneath his placid surface.

No problem, coach, Dirk said, keeping his eyes locked on Dunk. The games over.

Bombardi shook his head. The game isnt over as long as there is one Reaver standing.

You cant be Dunk started to speak, but Bombardi snapped his head in the Hackers direction and cut him off with a glance that Dunk thought could have stopped a starving troll.

Bombardi turned back to Dirk. Get down that field and prepare to receive that ball. We are in the final match of this tournament, and we will not forfeit the game under any circumstances.

Coach, Dirk started.

Thats correct. I am the coach. You are the player. You will follow my lead, or you will be fired.

Dunk watched Dirk struggle with his emotions. Dirk had been part of the Reavers ever since hed left home. The team had become his new family, and every member of that family had betrayed him today when hed stood up to them to defend his brother.

Its okay, Dunk said. Well forfeit too. Well call it a draw.

Bombardi spun on Dunk. You cant do that. This is a tournament. The final game. There is a fortune at stake. There will be a winner. It will be the Reavers.

MGrash leaned forward and put a gentle hand on Bombardis back. Pegleg always tells me

 He rolled his eyes back for a moment to concentrate, smiled when he found the thought hed almost lost, and then continued.  Just cause I say it dont make it real. 

Bombardi looked like he might shoot flames out through the lenses of his glasses. Instead, he shrugged off the ogres hand and glared at Dirk. Get in the game, or go home.

Dirk chewed on his bottom lip for a moment. Then he tossed Bombardi his helmet. Screw you and this screwy game, he said. Then he walked off the field to the boos and hisses of scores of thousands of angry fans.

Hackers win! Bobs voice said. Hackers win! The Hackers have won the Spike! Magazine Tournament!

Dunk stared up at the scoreboard and then at his own baffled face as it appeared on the Jumboball. He raised his arm in victory and tried to offer up a smile, but he just couldnt make it happen.

7

As Dunk, Spinne, and Slick strolled down the hall of the Hackers secret inn, the halfling seemed like the only one pleased with the days results.

Its wonderful, son, wonderful! Slick said. Do you have any idea what the winners purse for a major tournament like this is? Why my percentage alone will be enough to keep me solvent for the rest of the year.

Neither Dunk nor Spinne cared to respond, but this didnt give Slick any pause. He just stabbed his finger into the air and kept talking.

Just think what this will do for the Hackers reputation too. Well have hopeful rookies crawling out of their burrows. Slick rubbed his chubby, little hands together. And theyll all need representation.

Im just happy you were able to find us another room here in the hotel, Dunk said. I thought they were all sold out.

They were, Slick said, grinning. But, because you two are my best clients, I decided I would swap rooms with you to give you a break until we leave this town behind.

Thanks, Dunk said, impressed by the halflings generosity. When do you think well be leaving?

Pegleg doesnt see any reason to stick around here, especially with you having to deal with this bounty nonsense. He wants to be out of here on tomorrow mornings high tide.

Dunk couldnt wait to be out on the wide-open ocean on the Sea Chariot, the Hackers team ship. The chances that someone would manage to find him out there and try to grab the reward were far less than they were here on land. Hed grown tired of having to glance over his shoulder every moment he was in Magritta. Leaving the town behind would not sadden him a bit.

Here we are, Slick said, turning to present the couple to a round door that stood only five feet tall.

Dunk stared at the door for a moment, then at Slick, and then back at the door.

This is the halfling part of the inn, Spinne said.

Exactly! said Slick. Who would think to look for you two here?

Dunk had to admit that the halfling had a point. He wouldnt have thought to hole up here himself. He turned and gave Spinne a kiss. Will you mind if I dont carry you across the threshold? he asked. It would be hard on my knees.

As long as you let me sleep in the bed, she said with a grin. I cant imagine there will be room for us both  for sleeping, at least.

Thats where youre wrong, Slick said. I had the staff move a standard-sized double bed in here for me. Theres enough room on it for a handful of halflings. I think they thought I was some kind of swinger.

You think of everything, Spinne said, laughing as Slick produced a key and used it to open the door.

After you, my friends, the halfling said, sweeping his arm wide to usher them into the room.

With no lanterns burning inside the room, Dunk couldnt see a thing. That was his first clue that something was wrong. He reached towards his belt for his sword, but it wasnt there. Theyd come to the hotel dressed as monks, and there hadnt been a place for a blade under the hooded robes. Hed insisted on slipping a knife under the costume though, which Slick had razzed him about when theyd slipped out of the robes after leaving the inns main room behind.

Dunk had felt silly at the time, but now, as the blades handle filled his hand, he was glad he had it.

You dont need that, a gravelly voice said from somewhere in the darkness. Dunk recognised who it belonged to instantly: his old teacher Lehrer.

A match blazed in the far corner of the room, and Dunk saw the old man set the flame to a lamp sitting on a low table next to the low chair in which he crouched. He looked the same as ever, perhaps a bit more careworn. His silver hair had grown out a bit and threatened to fall into his sparkling, grey eyes. His drab clothes stood out in the brightly decorated room, the muddy colours of the cloth clashing with the primary colours that halflings with money seemed to love so much.

Here to collect the reward? Dunk asked as he moved into the room, crouching over to make sure he didnt bump his head. He peered left and right, hunting for some sign that Lehrer was not alone. He didnt think the old man would have brought someone else into their business together, but all sorts of strange things had happened to him that week.

Spinne slid into the room behind Dunk, and Slick marched in after her, closing the door behind him. Fancy meeting a scumbag like you in a nice place like this, Spinne said to Lehrer as she moved to check and then cover the curtained windows.

The old man smirked. I dont believe Ive had the pleasure, Miss Sch?nheit, although I almost feel I know you from all the news reports Ive seen. He glanced at Dunk. The ones from that Weibchen woman are always so deliriously mean.

Get out, Dunk said, pointing the knife at Lehrer. Even though the old man seemed to be unarmed, Dunk knew better. Hed never known his old teacher to go anywhere without at least two weapons on his body  usually more.

Now, now, Lehrer said. Theres no call to be like that. Just consider this a friendly visit from an old fan of yours.

You work for the Guterfiends, Spinne said. They destroyed Dunks family.

Lehrer threw up his hands in mock surrender. I work for the people who occupy the Hoffnungs old estate, just as I worked for the Hoffnungs before that. Hey, a mans got to eat.

Dunk dug into his purse, fished out Skraggers shrunken head, and tossed it to Lehrer. You hired this bugger to kill me  after hed been brought back as a vampire  once we stopped him from killing us the first time.

Lehrer caught Skraggers head neatly and spun it around so he could look into the creatures eyes. Youve seen better days, he said to the head with a wry grin.

Skragger snapped at Lehrer with his tiny teeth, but the old man just held him by his temples and let his jaw swing wildly through the air.

Pathetic, Lehrer said so softly Dunk could barely hear him. He set Skraggers head upside down on the table next to him, pointing its eyes towards the lamp.

Then Lehrer looked back up at Dunk, who still stared at him, waiting for an explanation. Yeah, thats all true, Lehrer said. Guilty as charged, although I was just following the Guterfiends orders.

Thats not much of an excuse, Slick said as he sat down in an overstuffed, halfling-sized chair in the far corner of the room from Lehrer.

Seeing the halfling in his chair, Dunk realised that Lehrer had to be sitting in a halfling couch, as it was three times as wide as Slicks seat.

If I hadnt done it, they would have just got someone else to hire Skragger. As it was, I could keep tabs on this bugger and even try to warn Dunk if he got too close to him.

Which you never did.

Lehrer smirked. You didnt need my help, kid.

And I dont need it now, Dunk said, jabbing his knife in Lehrers direction. Get out.

Lehrer grimaced as if trying to suppress his temper. Dunk remembered that look on the mans face all too well. Hed frustrated Lehrer to the point of losing his cool all too often. Eventually, hed figured out the signs that he was about to trigger such an outburst, and hed learned how to step back until everything was fine again.

Now, he didnt care.

Youre wrong, Lehrer said. Again. He blew out a long sigh and narrowed his eyes at Dunk. Who do you think put that price on your head?

Dunks jaw dropped. You?

No, Lehrer said, disgusted. Think, kid, if Id done that, would I have shown up here alone? Id have just waited for the bounty hunters to bring you to me.

So, Dunk said. Who was it then?

The Guterfiends, Slick said from the couch behind Dunk. It has to be. They wanted you dead enough to send Skragger after you.

Give the little guy a pipe full of weed, Lehrer said. They want your boy here dead in the worst way.

Do they really have a million crowns to spend on my death? Dunk asked. He looked down and noticed the mattress Slick had mentioned, sprawling right there on the floor before him. He sat down on it and laid his knife across his thighs. If there really was someone willing to offer that kind of money to bring him down, how could he stop it?

They seem to have a bottomless treasury, Lehrer said. How do you think they managed to break up your family business? It wasnt done with mirrors.

Dunk sat there in silence for a long moment, just staring down at the knife in his hands. This was it, he realised, the shoe hed been waiting to drop. And now it had.

Kid, Lehrer said. Im sorry to have to be the one to break all this to you. You know how the reward is for you dead or alive. Well, that pretty much means dead. If you show up to the old keep still breathing, theyll take care of that quick.

Dunk let loose a low growl in his throat.

What about Dirk? Spinne asked.

Dunk looked up at her, confused.

What about Dirk? Spinne asked again, looking straight at Lehrer.

The old man smirked. I can see why the Hoffnung boys like you, girl. Youre sharp like a knife.

What about Dirk? Dunk asked.

Once youre dead, theyll come for him.

Dunk fought the urge to be sick. They want to wipe us out, dont they? he said. And theyre doing it in order, one at a time. First it was my parents. Now its me. Then itll be Dirk too. He stared at Lehrer. What happens once were all gone?

Then the Guterfiends have a free and clear claim to your familys holdings, uncontested by any heirs who might crop up.

Is that so important? Slick asked. They already have those things. Why bother with wiping out the Hoffnung line?

You dont know these people, said Lehrer. Theyre thorough. If they think theres even a chance theyll lose what they have, theyll go to any lengths, track down every possibility and eliminate them.

Why are you telling me this? Dunk asked. This all smells like some sort of set-up.

Lehrer sighed. Believe it or not, kid, Im fond of you. Ive been with your family since before you were born, and Ive watched you grow from a little infant to a superstar.

Then why did you help the Guterfiends destroy my family?

Lehrer cocked his head at Dunk. Who told you I did that?

Dirk has some pretty hard words for you.

Hes just jealous. He always thought I favoured you.

Dunk thought about that for a moment. Did you?

Lehrer smiled. By default. You werent the one who kept stuffing horse dung in my codpiece.

Do the Guterfiends know youre here? Slick asked.

Lehrer grimaced at this question, and Dunk wondered if a squad of trained killers might erupt from the wardrobe now that someone had finally asked the worst sort of question: one which only had bad answers.

They think Im here to kill Dunk myself.

Slick nodded. And if they find out youve been trying to warn him away?

Lets just say I wont be welcome back in the family keep  and they wont have to pay anyone to kill me.

Whys that? asked Spinne.

Lehrer winked at her. There are plenty of folks ready to do that for free.

So, Dunk said. Youve delivered your warning. Now what? Just what do you expect me to do?

Lehrer rubbed his chin as he talked to the thrower. If you had a lick of sense, youd hightail it out of the Old World. Maybe go back to Albion. You might be safe there. Or head someplace even farther away: the DarkLands, the Chaos Wastes.

You dont think theyd be able to find me there?

Out of sight, out of mind. These days, they see you every few weeks on their crystal ball  more often if that Weibchen woman covers you the way she likes to. If you quit the game, dropped out for a bit, they might forget.

Or they might not.

Lehrer raised his eyebrows at that. True enough, kid. I did say they were thorough.

Dunk sat with his head in his hands. Maybe Lehrer was right. As long as he continued on as a Blood Bowl player, he was a prime target. His constant presence on Cabalvision would drive the Guterfiends nuts, and his high profile would mean that anyone greedy enough to go after their reward would know where to find him.

It would be easier to give all this up, everything hed worked for for the past two years. After all, hed never had any burning desire to become a Blood Bowl player. If he hadnt run into Slick in D?rfchen, he probably never would have even considered taking up such a career. Hed made plenty of money. He could live on it for the rest of his life. Spinne might even come with him if he asked her to.

I dont know, he said, looking at her. Would you join me? If I left all this behind, I mean. Would you come with me?

Spinne furrowed her brow at Dunk and crept over to sit next to him on the mattress lying in the centre of the cosy halfling room. She reached up and took his face in her hands.

Blood Bowl is my career, she said. For the past five years, its been my passion and my life. I cant imagine my life without it.

Dunks heart fell into his stomach. He let his head hang low. Could he go on without her? If he was a target, then she was in danger too. Bounty hunters rarely cared who got hurt when they chased after their prey. He couldnt stand the thought that she might get hurt because of him.

All right, he said. Before he could continue, she pulled up his chin and looked into his eyes.

But when I try to imagine my life without you, she said with a wan smile, its even worse.

Dunk leaned forward and kissed her soft and tender lips. He hoped their embrace would never have to end.

Oh, for the love of the game, Lehrer said. How trite can you get? Could you two at least get a room?

Dunk extricated himself from Spinnes arms and raised his eyebrows at the old man, then glanced about at the ceiling, floor, and walls.

Oh, Lehrer said. Right.

Dunk put an arm around Spinne and felt her melt into his chest. With her at his side, at least, he knew everything would be okay, no matter if he stayed or left.

Its okay with me too, son, Slick said.

Dunk peered over Spinnes reddish hair at the halfling. In the light of the rooms single lantern, Slick looked a bit older than Dunk remembered ever seeing him. He and the halfling had started out at arms length, but theyd quickly come to trust each other, to depend on each other for the truth. Theyd formed a deep and abiding friendship based on mutual respect and need for each others invaluable skills.

To leave Blood Bowl behind would mean leaving Slick behind too, and MGrash and Guillermo, and Cavre and Edgar, and even Pegleg.

The only thing Dunk could think of to say to Slick was, What?

If you must know, Ive been thinking of retiring myself. After all, what better time to go out than at the top of your game, right? Why hang around until youre a feeble old fool bumming ales from young fools in exchange for tired tales of the glories of your past?

What? Dunks brain couldnt digest the feast of foolishness Slick was trying to feed it.

Dont worry yourself about me, son, Slick said, piling it on. Ill be just fine. Ive had my eye on a tavern in Greenfield for a year or so now. I might even help out with the Grasshuggers a bit while Im there, just to keep my hand in, you know.

Dunk couldnt help it. He started to laugh. At first, he tried to hide it. Slick had delivered such a serious speech to him, after all, and he thought he should try to give the halfling his due. The more he thought about Slick retiring from being an agent to take up ownership of some tavern in a halfling backwater, the harder it became to ignore the humour in it.

When Spinne joined in, Dunk had no way left to resist. He threw back his head and laughed loud, hard, and long until tears streamed down his face and he turned red from lack of breath. Spinne held him tight, her own jiggling frame spurring him to wilder howls of humour. Eventually, they collapsed on top of each other, too worn out for even one more giggle.

Nuffles holy balls! Slick said. The least you could do is wait until Ive left the room before you fall about yourselves in hysterics.

The thought that Slick might truly be angry with him struck fear into Dunk, but when he opened his eyes to take a look he saw the halfling smiling down at him and shaking his head. I take it youre sticking with the team, Slick said with a chuckle of his own.

Without thinking another second about it, Dunk nodded yes. Its strange, I know, but this game, this team, has got into my blood.

Dunk wiped his face dry and spoke seriously. After my familys fall from grace, I wandered around lost and alone for a while. I didnt know how to get back the life I once had, and truthfully I didnt know if I wanted it.

He put his arms around Spinne once more. With Blood Bowl, I found everything I ever wanted: good friends, true love, and a purpose in life. What more could I want?

Youre insane, kid, Lehrer said. He hadnt laughed with the others. He hadnt even cracked a single smile.

I may have tumbled backward into this life, Dunk said, but its my life. Im not going to let the Guterfiends or anyone else take it away from me without a fight.

8

Dunk heaved the last remnants of his breakfast over the gunwale of the Sea Chariot as it churned onward through the open seas to the south of Estalia. Hed never cared much for ocean voyages, but he seemed to be getting worse about them as he got older. He knew that once he finally got rid of everything hed eaten, hed be fine. It would be a long trip to Barak Varr, and hed have lost a few pounds by the time they got there, but hed survive.

Spinne handed Dunk a skin of Hater-Aid. Dunk didnt normally care much for sports drinks, but they seemed to be the only thing he could keep down when onboard. He thanked her for it, taking care not to assault her with the scent of his breath as he did so.

Dr. Pill says he has something that can settle your stomach, Spinne said as she rubbed a comforting hand up and down his back.

Somehow, I dont find that news reassuring, Dunk said. He looked over his shoulder and saw the skinny elf raise the eyebrow over his white patch at him with an expectant grin. I think Ill take my chances with the seasickness. I cant believe we brought him along.

After how much good he did for our team in the Spike! Magazine Tournament, Pegleg became his number one fan. He offered him a years contract after the finals.

Youre not making me feel any better, Dunk said, remembering what the apothecary had done to him to get him back on his feet during the game against the Oldheim Ogres.

Slick strode up next to Dunk and leaned next to him on the gunwale, which rose to the top of the halflings head. What luck, eh? Slick said.

Dunk retched again, and then wiped his mouth on his sodden sleeve. I dont feel lucky, he said.

Not that, son. Im talking about the Dungeonbowl. When we destroyed the Reavers  or rather as they self-destructed  I hadnt thought that it would cost the Grey Wizards their chosen team for their upcoming tournament.

I thought for sure that Bombardi would just rebuild the team in time for the start of the games, Spinne said. Im surprised he let the sponsorship get away from him.

More likely it was summarily yanked from his clutches, Slick said. The Grey Wizards may have a lot of faith in the Reavers management, but they like to think their team should have a shot at winning the tournament. Its hard to rebuild a top-ranked team from scratch in less than three months. If Dirk had stuck with Bombardi, they might have had a chance, but to literally lose every decent member of your team



Did we really kill all of the Reavers? Dunk asked. We must have got more carried away than Id thought.

Slick shook his head. Some of them died at our hands, true, but the fans took care of the rest. They were furious that the Reavers made the best game in the region not get past the first five minutes of play. Seats for a game like that arent cheap, you know.

No one hurt Dirk, did they?

Slick snorted. A few of them tried, but he made quick work of them.

Spinne leaned over to look at Dunk, who still had his head and arms hung out over the gunwale. You still havent talked to him?

Dunk shook his head. I couldnt find him before we left Magritta. Youd think he was the one with a price on his head. I left a message for him at the Bad Water, though. Sparky said hed deliver it if he saw him.

Good idea, Spinne said. That was always his favourite watering hole in town. If he hasnt left town already, hes sure to end up there.

Dunk slumped down with his back against the gunwale, sitting next to where Slick stood. He told me something else funny too. Sparky, I mean. He said he hated Gunther the Gobbo with a passion.

Who doesnt? asked Slick. Hes as loved as the plague.

But Gunther was waiting for me that night Sparky showed me the secret tunnel out of the Bad Water. He said Sparky was his friend. Thats why he knew about the secret tunnel and where it let out.

So the Gobbos a liar now? Slick said in mock horror. Quick, someone get me L?stiges! This is big news!

One of Sparkys real friends probably owed Gunther some money, Spinne said.

Maybe, Dunk said. It just seems strange. I mean, he was right there waiting for me.

I wonder how L?stiges is doing, Spinne said. She and Dirk seemed to be getting fairly serious.

You think shell dump him now that hes quit playing Blood Bowl?

Spinne shrugged. Shes always been a glory hound. Dating an ex-player isnt nearly as glamorous as being seen with someone whos still in the game.

Yet another good reason for me to stay with the game myself, Dunk said. He fended off a half-hearted punch in the arm from Spinne. Dont you find professional athletes intriguing? he asked her playfully.

I spend far too much time with them, Spinne said. They mostly bore me to tears.

I guess Ill have to try harder to entertain you, Dunk said.

Dont bother, Spinne said. Youre the exception that proves the rule.

Cavre walked across the deck of the ship towards the trio at the gunwale, a wooden bucket swinging in one hand. He moved with the surety of a man whod spent many an hour on the sea, a broad smile on his face.

Dunk, said Cavre. The captain would like to see you.

Dunks stomach twisted again at the idea of having to chat with Pegleg. They hadnt said much to each other since the victory ceremony and trophy presentation at the end of the Spike! Magazine Tournament. Dunk had spent all his time avoiding the public eye while his coach had basked in it.

Pegleg had worked a long time to forge a championship team, and he seemed determined to make the most of it. Every time Dunk sat near a crystal ball, it seemed that one reporter or another was interviewing Pegleg about the Hackers and their victory. Some of the questions inevitably centred on Dunk and the price on his head.

Whats it like when your star player has a massive price on his head? Doesnt a million crowns seem a bit excessive? one goblin asked on ESPNN (the Extraordinary Spellcasters Prognosticated News Network).

Pegleg smiled and said, Were very proud of Mr. Hoffnung and his contributions to the Hackers, so we understand why this mysterious malefactor would value him so highly. However, Id like to question the authenticity of this mad wizards bounty. Its clear he doesnt have the kind of treasury required to back up such an amazing offer.

Are you saying Schlechter Zauberer is a liar?

Hes clearly insane. Is he a liar if hes mad enough to believe his own ludicrous tales? Lets just say I doubt theres a reward of any kind and leave it at that.

Pegleg had hammered at the same point over and over, on every show that would have him: CNN (Corpse-Necromancer News), CBS (Crystal Ball Service), NBC (Nymphomantic Bardic Casters), ABC (Auguristic Bestial Clairvoyants), and even Albions ITV (Itinerant Telepathic Visionaries). The most incredible spot had been on the Impaired and Unbalanced Cox News, which aired live the night before the Hackers set out from the port city of Luccini on the southwest side of the Tilean Peninsula.

Dont you think that this Dunk Hoffnung placed the reward on his own head as a means of distracting the people of the Empire from noticing the fact that no one in power in Altdorf has any clothes? asked anchorman Dill OReally.

Are you saying nudity is now in fashion in Altdorf? Pegleg said with a leer.

By avoiding my question, youre tacitly acknowledging Hoffnungs part in the vast daemon-winged conspiracy that operates politics in the Old World these days.

Nothing of the sort, Mr. OReally, such accusations sound like they might have come only from the mind of a madman like Mr. Zauberer himself.

The interview had gone sour when OReally consulted an unfurled scroll on his desk. Then he glanced over his spectacles at Pegleg and asked, Are you aware of Dunks family history?

Tryouts for the Bad Bay Hackers dont involve taking a detailed biography of prospective players. I just care whether or not they can play the game.

According to this report published three years ago in the Altdorf Augur, the Hoffnung family was part of a vast scandal involving organised crime, mutant skaven, and the blackest sort of magic.

I dont judge a man by the members of his family.

Well, maybe you should. It seems that the Hoffnungs were all run out of town with torches and pitchforks after your friend Dunk got in a fight at a party celebrating his engagement to Lady Helgreta Brecher.

Pegleg looked like a halfling caught in a battle trains headlights. Of Brecher International Conglomerated Holdings?

Exactly!

Well, Blood Bowl teams are filled with killers and worse. Thats what we pay them for, after all. I dont see how a simple brawl would be any of my concern.

OReally held a painting up for Pegleg to see. This is an artists rendition of what happened that night. Do you see all the daemons flying around, tearing and rending flesh?

Thats appalling, Mr. OReally. I didnt know that B.I.C.H. employed daemonic help at their galas.

A smug grin festered on the commentators face. Those daemons you see came to help your Dunk kill a man, Helgretas older brother K?gel.

Well, Pegleg said with an uneasy smile. At least he got the job done right.

So you condone the use of daemonic forces in disputes? Can we expect to see you employ such resources in your next game?

Only in the finals.

OReally didnt laugh.

Cant the captain come out here to talk to me? Dunk asked. Im busy communing with the open sea air.

Cavre shook his head. You know it doesnt work like that. He handed Dunk the bucket he carried. Try not to make too much of a mess. His mood is worse than usual.

Dunk rolled his eyes as the next wave caught the ships bow. How much worse can it get?

Thats the kind of question a wise man never asks.

Dunk got to his feet, clutching the bucket before him in both hands. He nodded his goodbyes to Spinne, Slick, and Cavre before heading to the captains cabin. If Im not back in ten minutes, dive overboard and save yourselves, he called back.

Dunk knocked on the captains door and heard the man call, Enter! Then he slipped inside the cabin and shut the door tight behind him.

Dunk had been on many other ships, but hed never seen a captains cabin like Peglegs. The windows and portholes had all been painted black and covered over with thick, red curtains, which made the place as dark as a cave. Scrolls, furled and unfurled, filled every nook and cranny of the room that didnt have a bit of furniture crammed into it or a framed picture hung on it. These featured scouting reports on all of the teams the Hackers might have to play, including rosters, health reports, playbooks, and even the kinds of dirty tricks each team had historically favoured or was known to have in production.

A massive crystal ball sat perched on a low table in one corner of the room. A scene from the Spike! Magazine Tournament finals played within it, sending a ghostly light flickering around the room. The only other light came from an oil lamp that hung from the ceiling over the red velvet couch on which Pegleg sat hunched over the low, wide table before him. Papers of all sorts covered the table, held in place by the Spike! Magazine trophy, a mithril spike held in a mailed and spiked fist thrust upward in victory.

Sit, Mr. Hoffnung, Pegleg said, gesturing towards a chair across the table from him.

Dunk did as he was told. He folded his hands atop the bucket in his lap and waited for his coach to speak. When, after several minutes, it didnt seem like that would ever happen, Dunk opened his mouth and said, I want to thank you for sticking up for me, for telling everyone that the reward was a hoax. I think it

Daemons, Mr. Hoffnung? Pegleg used his hook to push back his yellow tricorn hat. He had worn so many holes in it that it was in tatters.

I can explain.

There are many things I can abide in a player, Mr. Hoffnung, but even I have to draw the line at consorting with daemons. If thats how you intend to conduct yourself, Ill speak with Slick about selling your contract to the Chaos All-Stars.

Dunk perched on the edge of his seat. He thought that maybe Pegleg would be upset with him, but he hadnt expected to be traded away  especially not to the Chaos All-Stars. That was a team with a reputation for forcing players to stick to the letter of its contract by unspeakable means.

But, coach, I didnt consort with daemons. Dont tell me youre going to take OReallys word for it.

Pegleg leaned back in his couch and brushed his long, dark curls from his shoulders. Of course not, Mr. Hoffnung, if I had, youd have already found yourself on your way to meet with your new employers. Why do you think I called you in here?

Dunk looked down at his bucket. Some kind of cruel torture for having to answer questions about the reward on me while youd rather have been crowing about our victory?

Pegleg allowed himself a thin smile. Perhaps under happier circumstances. As it is, I need you to explain yourself.

Dunk closed his eyes and felt the motion of the ocean in his stomach. Hed hoped that hed put that part of his life far behind him, but he knew better. As the price the Guterfiends had put on his head illustrated, you carried every bit of your history with you wherever you went.

9

I dont really know what happened, Dunk said. When Pegleg scoffed at this, Dunk raised his eyes and continued. Okay, I know what happened to me, but Im still not sure why.

Youve been to Altdorf, so youve probably heard of the Hoffnungs. We were one of the wealthiest and oldest families in the city. I can trace my ancestors straight back to the places earliest days.

Over the centuries, our influence waxed and waned. In my grandfathers day, we hit one of our low points and had to sell almost everything. He hanged himself in disgrace when my father was just twenty years old.

From the familys point of view, that was one of the best things that could have happened to us. My father and grandfather had often butted heads. Grandfather stuck hard and fast to the old ways, while my father advocated moving into new businesses and investing what little money we had aggressively while we still had it. With Grandfather gone, the reins of the business fell into Fathers hands, and he made the most of it.

By the time I was born, the Hoffnung fortune had been revived and the family had become a vital part of Imperial culture once more. Father proved to be an excellent businessman and a cunning student of Imperial politics.

When I came of age as a young man, my father arranged a match between myself and Helgreta Brecher. Our wedding was meant to join far more than ourselves. It would marry the citys largest fortune with its sharpest entrepreneurs.

Didnt you have any say in this?

Dunk snorted softly. Not much, but I didnt much care either. Helgreta was pretty enough  a sweet young lady, really  and I was willing to do whatever Father asked of me. He impressed upon me how important this merger of our two families would be, and I was ready to play along.

It all seemed to be going well until the night of our official engagement party, which the Brechers held in their family keep, right in the heart of Altdorf. Although wed been betrothed to each other for years, the party signalled that we would be married within the year.

Dunk stopped speaking for a moment, his eyes focused on something far beyond the confines of Peglegs sealed cabin. She was so beautiful that night. She gave me a scarf of the finest silk as a symbol of our impending union. He raised a hand to his neck where he had worn it.

Towards the end of the night, Helgretas brother K?gel accosted me. Hed had a great deal to drink, so I tried to give him his space. He pursued me though, accusing me and my family of worming their way into his family over nothing but gold.

Wasnt there a bit of truth in that?

Of course. We all knew it. These sorts of marriages happen all the time in Imperial society, and if Helgreta and I didnt have any problem with it, I didnt see what K?gel had to get angry about. And I told him so.

He didnt take that well at all. He went and found a ceremonial sword hanging in the front hall of their estate, and he came back to the ballroom with it. Everyone stopped and stared at him. The bands instruments froze in their hands.

The guards  who worked for the Brechers, of course  stayed right where they were. They werent about to stop the heir to the Brecher fortune from doing whatever he wanted. N?sse Brecher, the patriarch of the clan, stood up and told K?gel to sit down before he made more of a fool of himself, but K?gel attacked me instead.

As a rising nobleman, I hadnt been in too many real fights, but Id been trained in the arts of war since my childhood. K?gel had spent his days writing poetry and swilling wine. When he came at me with the sword, I snatched it from his hand, shoved him away and then held the blade to his neck.

Now, keep in mind that this is the brother of my fianc?e. Although hed attacked me in his own home, I could see that he was drunk and upset. I had no desire to humiliate him further, much less hurt him.

Then the most amazing and horrible thing happened. A trio of armoured daemons wielding burning whips and swords smashed in through the skylights over the ballroom and brought the massive chandelier hanging there crashing down to the floor. It crushed several people to death.

Dunk glanced back at Pegleg and saw that the man was holding his breath.

They stood eight feet tall on their cloven hooves, not counting the tops of their large, leathery wings. They bore crimson tattoos on their charcoal-coloured skin, which glowed like burning embers in a hot breeze. Their eyes were black, polished marbles, like those of a shark. Long horns thrust from the fronts of their skulls, curling back on themselves again and again. They stank of sulphur, and it hurt to stand in the heat of their presence.

How terrible, Pegleg said. Hed inched away from Dunk as the story unfolded, and now he sat curled up in the far corner of his velvet couch.

The worst part was how they claimed to know me. One of them pointed his burning sword at me and said, Do not fear, Dunkel Hoffnung. We will protect you.

With that, the others used their blades to slice K?gel into bite-sized portions. He was dead before he could scream about it. I blinked, and the floor in front of me was filled with wet pieces of K?gel.

Helgreta screamed. A lot of people screamed, actually. I think I screamed. Then everyone ran.

With one daemon standing in front of me, I didnt see a clear path from the hall, so I hacked at it with the sword Id taken from K?gel. I stabbed the creature clean through the heart, and it howled in pain and then disappeared in an explosion of hot ash.

I couldnt see a thing. Then someone knocked the blade from me, and two sets of hands grabbed me by my arms and hauled me into the air.

When I emerged through the shattered windows and into the night sky above, I saw the remaining daemons had me. They laughed as I screamed at them in protest. A few moments later, they deposited me just inside the gates of my own familys keep. Then they flew off into the night, and I never saw them again.

By Nuffles sacred rulebook, Pegleg said. Thats an amazing story, Mr. Hoffnung. Is any of it true?

Dunk stared at the ex-pirate. For a moment, he considered throwing something at him, perhaps the bucket in his hands. Then he realised that telling the story had distracted him so much that his body had forgotten to keep being seasick. He felt fine.

Every word of it, Coach, Dunk said.

Pegleg shook his head. Im so sorry to hear that, Mr. Hoffnung.

Dunk didnt know what to say. He couldnt read the captain at all, even as the man unfolded himself from the corner of the couch.

Do you believe me? Dunk asked.

Pegleg arched his eyebrows at Dunk. I take it no one in Altdorf did.

Dunk shook his head. My parents did. My father knew what was coming though and started packing to leave right away. My mother just sat there in shock. She couldnt understand what had happened and how it would affect us all.

When the mob showed up on our doorstep  led by a platoon of Imperial soldiers  she went to open the door. Id been helping my father pack, and wed lost track of her.

Dunk closed his eyes. He didnt think he could go on. Hed got this far through the story that hed never told anyone since hed left Altdorf  not Slick, not Spinne, not even Dirk, whod left the Hoffnung home a year before the incident. He had to finish it.

The mob tore my mother apart. We had no idea what shed done until we heard her screams. By then, it was already too late.

Father showed me a secret passage out of the estate. It opened up near a public stable, and he purchased us a pair of horses there.

Theyll be looking for two men riding together, he said. Best if we split up for now. Meet me at the summer estate near Marienburg when you can.

That was the last I saw of him. The citys gates were locked at night, so I hid in the alley behind the Skinned Cat until dawn. Well after midnight, a drunken sot stumbled into the alley to look for a place to sleep. I paid him to trade clothes with me and keep his mouth shut, which he did as soon as he passed out again.

As dawn broke over the city, I mounted up again and rode for the northern gates. I heard some people in the street gossiping about the daemonic attack, but no one recognised me. Once I left the city behind, I rode hard until Altdorf  my birthplace, the only real home Id ever known  disappeared in the distance.

Did you ever see your father again?

Dunk shook his head. I went to the summer estate, but word of the incident at the Brecher keep travelled fast. I couldnt stay there long. I rode into Marienburg in disguise and took work as a warehouse guard there, down near the wharf.

Every day I had a break, I rode back out to the estate to hunt for a sign of my father. One day when I got there, I found a host of people using the place. Some of them I recognised as our servants.

I rode into the place, hoping to find my father taking some sun in the gardens, this whole nightmare over. When the servants spotted me, they turned white as sheets. One of them raced into the house, shouting for help.

What is it? I asked the ones still left. Where is my father?

Lehrer emerged from the estate then and strode out to talk with me. Your father is not here, he said.

Fine, I said. Im glad you came ahead to prepare the place for him. Its a terrible mess.

Your father is dead, he said. Just like that. I nearly fell off my horse.

Our new employers  the Guterfiends  are here, he said. If they find you, they will kill you. You must leave. Now.

When I tried to protest, Lehrer grabbed the reins of my horse and turned it around. Then he slapped it on its hindquarters and sent it  and me  galloping off.

Dont come back  for your own good! he shouted after me.

Dunk sat there in silence for a moment, watching Peglegs impassive face. Do you have anything in here to drink? Dunk asked. An afternoon of vomiting and talking dries a man out.

10

Pegleg retrieved a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses from a cabinet near the still-glowing crystal ball. He removed the cork with the tip of his hook, decanted the wine into the glasses and handed one of them to Dunk. Then he raised his glass in his good hand for a toast.

To living with our daemons, Pegleg said. He took a large mouthful of the wine and swirled it around his tongue before swallowing it. And to grinding the bastards into bloody paste.

Hear, hear.

Dunk drank deeply of the wine, and then shoved his glass forward to be topped up. Pegleg obliged him, and then re-corked the bottle with his hook.

So, Dunk said, do you believe me?

Pegleg arched an eyebrow at Dunk. Why wouldnt I, Mr. Hoffnung? Have you shown yourself to be less than trustworthy in the more than two years youve been with my team?

Dunk waited for his answer.

I am haunted by daemons of my own, Mr. Hoffnung, and I dont mean the metaphorical kind. Ive seen the kind of creatures you describe. In fact, I once worked for them as their slave.

Dunks eyes opened wide.

Given your own experiences, do you find this so hard to believe? Pegleg stroked the back of his hook with his good hand as he spoke.

Dunk shook his head, and then nodded. Yes  I mean, no. I dont doubt that someone who travels as much as you do has encountered daemons before, but I would never have guessed theyd enslaved you.

Pegleg swirled his red wine in his glass and took another sip. I wasnt always a coach, you know  or a pirate, for that matter. In fact, I was never much of a pirate.

I used to be a fisherman, like my father before me and his father before him, back as far as we knew. My family lived on the south shore of the Sea of Claws, in a little town so small that no one had ever bothered to give it a name. Those who knew where it was lived there, and few others cared about it at all.

Now, of course, its not there at all. Nothing more than the burnt skeletons of a few buildings standing along that distant stretch of shore.

What happened to it?

Pegleg gave Dunk a thin smile. Mr. Hoffnung, will you allow me to tell my own story at my own pace, to make my own decisions about how to present the facts as I saw them?

Dunk flushed red and nodded his apology.

Pegleg stared into the wine sloshing about in his glass for a moment before he continued. I was little more than a boy, but Id served on my fathers boat from the moment I could tie a sheepshank. Wed taken in a good haul that day and were sailing home with the harvest of our nets when I saw the smoke rising from our little seaside hamlet.

At first, we didnt know what to do. If someone had destroyed the town already, there seemed little profit in racing in to add our souls to the pyre. On the other hand, if any were still alive, we knew we could not abandon them there. Soon enough, we decided to drop anchor a hundred yards out and swim in, hoping we could slip in unnoticed.

When we reached the beach, the sun hung low in the west. My father and I slipped forward into the nearby forest and then circled around to the back of the hamlet. We entered the settlement near our home, where wed left my mother and sister that morning.

As we crept closer, we heard screams coming from the house. Before I could stop him, my father dashed from the safety of the leafy cover and charged into the house, holding his filleting knife before him like a cutlass. I followed straight after him, my own knife out and at the ready.

The shingles on our house caught fire just before we entered the place. Smoke filled the main room to the rafters, but we forged our way into it anyway, following the sounds of my sisters screams. Coughing on the smoke, we reached my parents bedroom and thrust open the door.

I will not describe the scene we found therein. I can see every detail of it whenever I close my eyes. The mercy of sleep never takes me far from it, and I cannot escape it in my waking hours.

My mother was already dead, and my sister followed soon after. The daemons we found in that room with them  crimson skinned monsters with snakes for eyes and limbs  smashed consciousness from us.

My father and I awoke in chains in the lower hold of a massive ship I later discovered was called Seas of Hate. We lay huddled there for I know not how long, recovering from our wounds. There were others in there with us  some from our hamlet but many from parts unknown. Not all of us were human, but we were all imprisoned together.

From time to time, someone would lower a bucket of boiling gruel or filthy water into the hold, and we would squabble over it. We had to eat the food with our bare fingers while it was still scalding hot or it would have disappeared before we could even have taken a bite.

Sometimes they would come for us. A noose of barbed wire snaked through the hatch above and ensnared some hapless soul and hauled him up and out of our lives. Then the hatch slammed shut again, leaving us in the darkness once more.

They caught my father first, perhaps a few days after we were captured. Maybe weeks. I thought I might never see him again, but I refused to weep before my fellow prisoners. Instead, I began to plan my escape.

I had lost everything that had ever meant anything to me  all but my life. I intended to hold on to that with everything I had, and I swore to myself Id kill whoever I must to keep myself alive.

When they finally came for me, I went willingly. I actually grabbed the noose and held it with my hands, letting them pull me up by my wrists rather than my neck.

The same sorts of daemons Id seen in my familys home set me down on a bench, shackled my left hand to an oar, and put the oar in my hands. They used the whip on my back straight away to impress their will upon me, but they didnt need it. I knew what they expected of me, and I planned to deliver it without pause or complaint  at least until I saw my chance to escape.

As I set to building up the blisters that would turn to calluses on my hands, I peered around. There were at least two dozen rows of oars working to move that hateful ship through the water, with three men  or creatures  dedicated to each oar.

At least two of us would row at a time, with the third sometimes lying collapsed at our side, sleeping from sheer exhaustion. We were never all allowed to rest all at once, and if our reptilian masters wished for more speed, we would all set to our oars with respite for none.

A pair of daemons licked their long lashes out over the oarsmen, one to the fore and one aft, while a third kept beat on an ogres skin stretched over the mouth of a deep kettle drum.

I spotted my father rowing three rows ahead of me and on the other side of the aisle. I tried to speak to him once, and I had my back laid open for my troubles. But I knew that hed seen me, and for the moment that was enough.

After countless weeks under those conditions, I still hadnt seen my chance to make my break. A few others had tried it, and they had been struck down before they reached the gunwale. The snakeheads on the daemons limbs bore terrible venom. A single bite was enough to kill a man within minutes, leaving him a shaking, frothing wreck, bleeding out through his liquefied eyes.

Some of the captives sought that blessed bite, as they called it, their chance for final release from that horrific life. The daemons were sparing in their use of it, if only because they didnt want to lose too many of their slaves in one go.

My fathers strength eventually gave out. One day, he slumped over his oar and did not move. When the overseers lashed his skin, he did not cry out in pain or even flinch. One of the daemons ran him through with a spear to make sure he was dead. Then they drew up his body and tossed him overboard to feed the school of sharks that many of the prisoners claimed constantly followed in our wake.

I knew then that I could not stand another moment. As night fell, I spied a nearby shoreline through my oars hole, and I set to work on my chains in the darkness. I knew I could not remove them, but in the madness of my grief an option came to me that I had not considered before.

If I could not break my chains, then I would leave behind that which they held.

The captain held up his hook and watched it shine in the lamplight, a sad but proud expression on his face. Horror ran through Dunks gut as he gaped at his coach.

You took off your own hand? Dunk asked. With what?

Pegleg laughed bitterly, exposing his teeth. The ones up front were made of gold, and they seemed as sharp as razors now in his mouth.

Despite the cabins warmth, Dunk shivered.

Once I was free, Pegleg said, I charged for the gunwale. As I cleared it, I felt something sharp sink deep into my ankle. I reached back with my hand to grab the snakehead I found there, and I pulled it and its daemonic owner after me into the briny deep.

The tales of the sharks proved to be no legend. Once I fought my way back towards the surface, I could see a dozen fins circling in the lantern light that the daemons on the ship shone out at us, laughing at their sport.

Knowing the wound on my arm would draw the sharks to me, I swam hard for the shore. I could barely see it in the darkness, just a strip of grey caught between the dark of the sky and the sea, but I knew it had to be there, so I pulled myself towards it.

As I went, I could feel the daemons venom working its way into the wound from its bite, numbing my nerves as it crawled upwards from my ankle. I didnt know what would kill me first: the sharks, the poison, or the daemon pursuing me through the waves.

The daemon struck out at me again, its snake-arm tagging me on the same foot as before. Having found purchase in my flesh, it tried to pull me back towards it. Before it could bring me within reach of its other limbs, something pulled it back down into the water, and its grip on my ankle was gone.

The creature emerged a moment later, screeching and howling in a way Id never known. I could smell blood in the water, which began to churn beneath the daemon, just before it was hauled down one last time.

I put my back to the scene and swam for my life. As I went, I could feel my poisoned leg starting to grow cold. Despite this, I kept swimming as fast as my limbs would carry me.

The first time I felt the shark, it hit me in the side, just with a glancing blow. The massive beast seemed to have decided that the feeding frenzy going on behind me was too much trouble  or that human flesh tasted better than the daemonic variety.

Perhaps the shark was a daemon itself, or maybe it had just been living in the wake of daemons for too long. Either way, something had gifted it with a sharp malignance Id not seen in any animal before or since. It didnt just want to eat me; it wanted me to know who was doing it.

The beast hit me again, this time in my leg. As it came around for a third pass, I saw its entire head emerge from the water, and it looked me straight in the face with its dead-black eyes. I was only yards from the shore, and yet I knew I would never make it  and so did that thing.

I watched the shark as it circled me and came in for the kill. As it did, I curled my legs under me. When it struck, I kicked out with my poisoned leg and jammed it as far into the bastards gullet as it would go

The damn thing nearly choked on the limb. As it chewed on my flesh, I thrashed about, trying to kick out its brains from its insides.

Soon enough, I felt myself become a great deal lighter. While the beast gnawed on my limb, I set to dragging myself through the last bit of surf and onto that sacred shore.

A wave came along and carried my bloodied carcass all the way to the sand. I hit the ground hard, and it almost knocked me senseless. For a moment, I feared the riptide would sweep me back out to sea, but I managed to find purchase in the waterlogged sand for long enough to hold out.

I hauled myself out on to that shore and bound my wounds with torn strips of my tattered clothing. I thought for sure Id die during the night, but my will to live was too strong. I made it through to the dawn.

Some fishermen found me then and carried me back to their village. Their wives tended to me there, nursing me back to health, although I would never be whole again.

Pegleg tapped the end of his wooden leg on the floor, as if for luck, and gazed down at his missing parts. When the captain raised his eyes again, Dunk realised he must be staring at his coach in horror, and he looked away.

Pegleg sat there in silence, his story apparently done. Dunk couldnt stand the quiet and had to speak.

And from there you went on to coach the Hackers? What about you being a pirate? Is that all just a sham?

The coach smiled, wider this time, and picked up the bottle of wine to fill their glasses again, emptying it. My Blood Bowl career is a tale for another time, Mr. Hoffnung. I think weve bared enough of our souls for one day. As for me being a pirate, I often find its easier to let people believe what they like  especially if it can be turned to your advantage.

Dunk nodded and got up to leave. Now I understand your fear of water, he said. Dont get me wrong. Youre one of the bravest men I know. I dont think youd ever get me on a boat again if Id gone through that. He glanced around the sealed-up cabin. Even like this.

Yes, Pegleg said. Im not one to let my limitations limit me any more than they must. Dr. Pill has been working with me on that detail as well. He seems to think Im ready to try a short stroll on the main deck. I think Ill take his advice.

Pegleg rose to his feet. He seemed a bit unsteady, but whether that was from the sea, the wine, or his nerves, Dunk could not tell.

Could you get the door for me, Mr. Hoffnung? Pegleg said as he limped towards the thrower.

Aye, captain, Dunk said. He unlatched the door, pulled it open and held it wide for the man.

Pegleg nodded his thanks and then stumped his way on through, out into the crisp, night air of the open sea. Dunk waited for a moment, seeing the captains cabin empty for the first time since hed known the man. Then he left as well, shutting the door behind him.

11

Dunkel? Who are the bad guys? MGrash asked for the third time.

The Dwarf Giants, Dunk said, just as he had each time. He knew that pre-game stress often destroyed what small powers of concentration the ogre had, and there was little use in getting steamed about it. If anything, it kept his own mind off his fears.

Dunkel? Who are the good guys?

Dunk smiled. The Hackers. The guys in green and gold, just like you.

Not enough!

True, Dunk nodded. Normally wed play with the full team in the Barak Varr Bowl, but remember the 75th anniversary game two years back? We beat the Champions of Death?

MGrash grinned, and not for the first time Dunk gave thanks that this was not his foe, but his friend.

That tournament had gone so well that they decided to keep using the original rules for Dungeonbowl. Theres only six players on a side, and we move about using magical teleportation pads.

Dunkel? How those work?

Dunk grinned. You just step on them and  poof!Youre gone.

Gone? MGrash clutched Dunk in fear.

Gone somewhere else, big guy. The wizards of the Colleges of Magic set up for the game in the dungeon. The dwarfs built it for them.

That seemed to calm the ogres nerves a bit.

Dunkel?

Yes?

Who are the good guys?

Dunk put his face in his hands.

Spinne jumped in to help out. Its okay, MGrash. Theres you, me, Dunk, Edgar, Guillermo, and Cavre. Thats all six. Thats all we get for this game.

MGrash smiled at Spinne. It had taken him a while to realise she was with the Hackers and not a bad girl anymore, but once he had hed taken a real shine to her.

Spinne? Are others dead? Tears welled in the ogres eyes. He could dismember a troll without blinking, but the thought that his friends might be killed sometimes put him into hysterics.

No. Theyre right behind you.

MGrash turned and saw the other five Hackers, Pegleg, Dr. Pill, and Slick looking up at him from a sitting area on the far side of the locker room. He gave them a nervous, little wave, and they all waved back with the same level of enthusiasm.

What about him? MGrash asked, pointing at Dunks neck. Before the game, Dunk had taken Skraggers shrunken head and hung it around his neck on an iron chain. Hed paid a handsome coin to make sure that the necklaces mounting would keep Skragger from biting him in the neck. The last thing he needed was for the black orc to take a gouge out of his throat. A steely ball gag forced between Skraggers tiny fangs provided another layer of insurance against that.

Slick thought I needed something to make me seem more fearsome on the field. I thought this would do the trick, Dunk said. He doesnt count as a player  or much of anything else. The thrower turned the tiny head around to look at its face, and its wide, white eyes glared at him from its wrinkled, black eye sockets. Skragger growled something at him, but the gag muffled it.

Are you ready? Dunk asked the ogre as he dropped Skraggers head back into place on his chest. The games about to start.

Dunkel?

Yes? Dunk shouted, finally pushed far enough to show his frustration with his massive friend.

Why so tense?

Dunk closed his eyes. Before he could say anything, he heard the sound of a piercing whistle over the PA system, and the game was on.

Cavre led the way, dashing on to the glowing circle on the floor in front of him. Once he disappeared, Edgar charged after him, followed by Guillermo and Spinne.

Go, MGrash! Dunk said, shoving the ogre from behind.

Dont have to shout, MGrash said as he crept towards the teleportation pad. He put his big toe on it like he was testing the water in a dark and chilly pool, and then he disappeared.

Dunk chased right after the ogre. When he popped into the dungeon, he ran right into MGrashs back.

I move, MGrash said, jumping out of Dunks way and heading for the sole exit from the room.

Dunk picked himself up off the floor, which had been painted with the Hackers logo and name, with gold letters on a green background. The letters seemed to have been done in real gold leaf, which Dunk knew fitted with the level of dedication the dwarfs had to the game.

Drawing the lot to face the Dwarf Giants  the most popular of the dwarf Blood Bowl teams  in the opening round of the Dungeonbowl tournament had put the fear of the gods into the Hackers. Pegleg had taken to walking about the practice area, muttering and grumbling, since hed heard the news, and it had put a scare into all of the players.

The rookies were glad to not have to play, it seemed. Once when Guillermo had bruised his knee during practice, one of the more promising new recruits had burst into tears. Fortunately, Dr. Pill had been able to make the lineman as good as new in no time.

Having played in the tournament two years ago, Dunk knew exactly what the Hackers were in for, and that had terrified him even more. The dwarfs were renowned for using strange  sometimes crazed  devices in their games. Theyd come up with a new dungeon this year, just for this event, and knowledge of its arrangement had been kept protected like a state secret.

Of course, everyone suspected the Dwarf Giants were in on the new layout. L?stiges had even aired an investigative report on it for Wolf Sports. Blaque and Whyte, the two Game Wizards that seemed to have been assigned to her, led her around the labyrinthine halls and tunnels of Barak Varr to show her viewers that any such suspicions were unfounded.

In one segment, unchaperoned by the GWs, L?stiges had interviewed a dwarf by the name of Dimlet. Theyd met in a secluded booth in the House of Booze, a legendary watering hole in the dwarf city. The dwarf had a white stripe that ran right through his black hair and beard, making him look something like a walking skunk, and his seedy clothes and weasely demeanour only added to the impression.

Yeah, the dwarf said, its all a sham, isnt it? The good lords of Barak Varr would never do anything to help out their own boys for a game as vital as this now, would they? Never happen in a million years, right?

L?stiges leaned in close to the dwarf for a moment, and then leaned right back, her eyes watering from his scent. Are you saying, she said through her coughs, that the Dwarf Giants were given the plans for the new Dungeonbowl dungeon?

Do you know that dwarfs is all related? We breed like rabbits, and the orcs is the only things keeping us in line. Every one of us is someones brother or sister or someone elses cousin. You think its easy to keep secrets in a family, do you? Even one the size of that?

But do you have any proof that this is so?

Dimlet scoffed, and then one of his eyes rolled back into his head. The other stayed riveted on L?stiges. Whats proof? Whats good enough? If I said Id seen this happen, would it matter? If I had a letter from the Council of Barak Varr to the Dwarf Giants, would that help? If I could show you a meeting of these blackguards on a Daemonic Visual Display, would that be good enough for you?

L?stiges eyes shone with lust for the big scoop she scented, or maybe from Dimlets stench. I think our viewers would find such evidence compelling, she said.

I can have those things forged for you in a day, Dimlet said. Less if you can double the standard rate.

The interview had ended there, but the debate had continued. Was Dimlet some kind of crook, or had the Dwarf Giants sent him to L?stiges to throw her off their track?

In the end, Dunk decided it didnt matter. There were some things about the game he could control, and this wasnt one of them. He ran through the door, chasing after MGrash.

All the players are in the dungeon now, Jim, but we still dont have a ball. Where do you think theyre hiding it?

Well, Bob, if you hadnt made a pre-game snack of that young dwarf you found passed out on Bugmans XXXXXX, youd be conscious enough to remember that the balls hidden in one of the six chests scattered throughout the dungeon.

Does that mean there are six balls?

Just one ball, Bob; if the players open a chest that doesnt have a ball in it, it explodes! What more fun could you ask for from a game?

Gee, that sounds dangerous, Jim. Has anyone warned the players?

Go back to sleep, Bob.

The next room featured a river of lava that cut across it, disappearing underneath the walls at both ends. A high bridge went over it, and Dunk saw MGrash just coming off the other end of it and trying to decide which of the two facing doors he should go through.

Stay here, MGrash! Dunk called as he topped the bridge himself. The last time the Hackers had played Dungeonbowl, the Champions of Death had put a few of the players right in the Hackers own end zone, and getting past them had been horrible. Youre on defence. If you see a dwarf come through here, stop him. If he has the ball, take it.

MGrash nodded at everything Dunk said, but Dunk knew that didnt mean he had understood all of it. MGrash could only remember an order or two at a time. Anything more complicated risked him losing track of it all.

Scratch that! Dunk said, Just stay here and knock down any dwarf you see!

MGrash grinned at that and gave Dunk a big thumbs-up.

Dunk glanced around and saw something glowing up at him out of the lava below. Shielding his eyes against the heat, he picked out the edges of a teleportation pad right there in the molten rock. To get to it, hed have to leap off the bridge. He reasoned that the wizards who designed this place would only ask someone to take a risk like that if there was a correspondingly worthwhile payoff.

On the other hand, some of those wizards had a wicked sense of humour.

Cant win the game without taking some chances, Dunk muttered, repeating the words that Pegleg and Cavre had tried to hammer into the Hackers over the past few months. They hadnt played any official games since the Spike! Magazine Tournament, and the coach had worried about the players getting rusty. He hadnt wanted to risk any injuries before the Dungeonbowl tournament, but that didnt mean he couldnt browbeat the players into being mentally tough  although that seemed to have backfired with MGrash.

Dunk vaulted over the bridges low railing. The heat from the magma nearly flash-roasted him as he neared it, but before his feet even touched the teleportation pad he found himself somewhere else.

After the blazing light from the lava, it took Dunk a moment to adjust to the darkness around him. When his eyes finally cleared, he clamped them shut again. Then he peeled them open slowly.

Dunk looked down first and saw the teleportation pad through which hed passed. It took up the entirety of a slab of rock that seemed to be floating in midair, four torches ringing it around its base. Pitch blackness yawned below it.

Looking up, Dunk saw the same thing: nothing. The light from the pad and the torches never reached the ceiling  if there was one.

The only thing Dunk could see was a series of stones just like the one he was on, stretching ahead and behind him like a string of steppingstones. A yard or two separated each of them. Had it not been for the torches ringing them, Dunk didnt know if hed have been able to pick them out of the darkness.

In the distance in either direction, Dunk spotted a portal leading out of the room. It seemed to hover in midair, like a doorway cut from the fabric of night.

Look, Bob! Hoffnungs found the Bottomless Pit Room. What luck for the Hackers! As first on the scene, hell have first shot at that chest hovering below him. Amazing!

Bob?

Bob?

Dunk laid down on the rock hovering beneath him and peered over the edge. There, only a couple of yards below him, hung another rock. This one had no torches around it, which is why hed missed it the first time hed glanced down. It did, however, carry a small, wooden chest.

Oh, and look! Here comes Helmut Krakker, the Giants new captain. Sure was a shame what happened to his predecessor  Gurni Rockrider  during the Spike! Magazine Tournament, eh? Ive never seen just a beard left behind like that before. Usually theres at least some part of the chin attached to it!

Dunk glanced up just in time to see a dwarf in navy and gold armour leap from the doorway to the first of the floating rocks in the string. If the thrower didnt move fast, the dwarf would be on him in seconds.

Dunk lowered himself over the edge of the floating rock he was on. His boots dangled just a foot over the chest below. It would be a good drop for a dwarf, but Dunk didnt hesitate to let go. He landed squarely on the chest and then slid off it to the rock below.

Dungeonbowl chests were never locked, Dunk knew that, but he hesitated for a moment. There was a good chance the chest would explode, and if that happened hed be lucky if the blast was the only thing that hurt him. If he got knocked off the rock, there was no telling what might happen to him.

Then Dunk noticed a handle sticking out of each side of the chest. He got down on his knees and grabbed the one on the left. As he did, he heard Krakker land on the rock next to the one above him.

Dunk drew a deep breath, held it, and then opened the chest.

It exploded in his face.

Dunk couldnt see, hear, or feel anything for a moment  nothing but the pain and shock of the explosion. Once his head started to clear, he discovered the handle of the chest still in his hand, and he smiled. When he looked down at the handle, though, he saw nothing attached to it but his fingers. Then he noticed how windy it seemed to be. That, coupled with the fact that he didnt see anything below him, told him he was in deep trouble.

He screamed.

12

Dunk knew he was dead. Any second now, the unseen ground below him would rush up and crush him into paste

Any second now.

His voice became hoarse from all the screaming, and he stopped to clear it.

Any second

Something popped into view below him: a series of lit spots stretched like a string of pearls across the darkness. As he approached them, he realised that they looked just like the set of rocks hed just fallen from.

The pearls grew into rocks, and Dunk wondered just how deep this bottomless pit was. If he could fall so far and then come upon another set of stepping stones like the last

It seemed impossible.

Dunk zoomed up to the rocks, and then past them. As he did, he saw someone moving along the stepping stones far to his left: a dwarf in navy and gold armour.

A suspicion popped into Dunks head, and when he zipped past the remains of an exploded chest on a rock hovering just below the line the others made, he knew what had happened.

Help! he yelled. Heeelllppp!

It did him no good.

Hey, Bob! Bob? Ah, never mind, said Jims voice.

Well, folks, it looks like Hoffnung has finally twigged to whats happened to him. While a bottomless pit is impossible, of course, the Colleges of Magic built the largest simulation of such a tired old clich? that Ive ever seen. They set up a wide matrix of overlapping teleportation pads at the bottom of this massive chasm. Their pairs are set up on the ceiling of the chasm, upside down. When a victim  I mean, player!gets within a few inches of the bottom of the chasm, he teleports to the ceiling before he hits the floor, and thus he never stops falling. Thats my favourite kind of trap: clever and cruel!

If Dunk hadnt been so terrified, he might have been able to admire the inspiration and craftsmanship that had gone into torturing him so effectively. It seemed like a lot of trouble to go to just to remove a player from a game, but Dunk had long ago learned never to underestimate the publics hunger for its sports stars to find new ways to be destroyed. He could almost hear the audience cheering now.

Dunk had no idea how he could get himself out of this. Even if he managed to get one of the Hackers to help him  he knew the Giants would just laugh at him  what could they do? If they tried to catch him, the impact would probably kill them both. Even MGrash wouldnt be able to rescue him from falling what seemed to have already totalled up to a couple hundred feet.

The line of rocks appeared in front of Dunk again, signifying that hed been teleported back up to the vast chambers ceiling. He noticed that his stomach flipped every time that happened, and he seemed to hover for a moment just before he started falling again. That meant, he thought, that the teleportation killed his downward momentum. When he reappeared at the ceiling, it was like hed just been dropped from that height for the first time. Otherwise, hed have kept accelerating downward until he passed out.

At first, Dunk didnt know if this meant anything to him, either for good or bad. This time, when he zipped past the stepping stones, the glow from the teleportation pad that covered the rock in the centre of the line gave him an idea.

If he could somehow angle himself towards that rock and hit the teleportation pad, it might safely teleport him someplace else. If it killed his downward momentum, like the other teleportations seemed to, hed land gently on the ground wherever he happened to end up.

Of course, if he was wrong, hed wind up as a large red splash in that same spot.

Coming up with the idea was one thing. Putting the plan into action was something else entirely. Dunk stuck out his arms and tried flapping them like a bird.

Look, folks! The pressure seems to have caused Hoffnung to crack. He thinks hes playing for the Eagles!

Dunk snarled at the joke, but he couldnt let it distract him. He didnt know how many times the teleportation pads would keep working for him. It was possible that theyd all shut off once someone won the game, and unless one of the Grey Wizards saw fit to save a member of the team that had just lost the tournament for them, hed be doomed.

As Dunk neared the bottom of the chasm, he readied himself. The moment his stomach flipped, he reached up and swatted his arms above him. His hands slapped into the ceiling, and propelled him backward, towards the rock with the teleportation pad.

Dunkel! MGrash said as he barged into the room. Save Dunkel!

No! Dunk said. If MGrash tried to grab him, theyd both be hurt, maybe killed. Go get the ball! Leave me!

The ogre didnt seem to hear a word Dunk said. He charged forward, leaping from one steppingstone to the next. As he went, Dunk saw the rocks sag and bounce in midair. The sorcery that kept the stones hovering in space seemed barely strong enough to hold MGrash.

Dunk knew that this would be his last clear shot at the teleportation pad. After this pass, MGrash would officially be too close for comfort. He angled towards the rock, putting his hands in an arc over his head like the cliff divers hed once seen leaping into the ocean from insane heights on the southern shores of Tilea.

Save Dunkel! MGrash shouted as he sprinted towards his friend.

No, MGrash! Dunk said. No!

MGrash dived for Dunk just as he hit the teleportation pad. Dunk tried to roll away from him at the last moment and only succeeded in turning his back on the ogre. Then he felt his body slam into the ogres arms, and everything disappeared in a flash.

Dunk and MGrash popped into another place. Dunk looked about, and at first glance he knew that they hadnt died and ended up in some kind of afterlife  at least not any of which hed ever heard. Every surface of the room had a mirror polish, and it seemed there were lots of them.

Dunkel not dead! MGrash said as Dunk pulled himself off the ogre. Huzzah!

Dunk smiled down at his friend. Despite the fact that the ogre had almost ended up getting them both killed, Dunk couldnt get mad at someone whod tried to save his life. Then he remembered what hed told the ogre when theyd split up.

Why arent you back in the room with the river of lava? Dunk asked. Didnt I tell you to stay there?

MGrashs face fell as he nodded at his friend. Then Dunkel said, Help! I heard Dunkel. Dunkel says, Help! very loud.

Dunk slapped himself on his forehead as MGrash got to his feet. Youre right, he said to MGrash. I need to be more careful about what I ask for.

Mama tells me that too, said MGrash. As the ogre spoke, his voice trailed off to nothing. Who are they? he asked.

Dunk looked around them and saw what had confused MGrash. The room had been set up as a chamber of mirrors. There didnt seem to be many things in it beyond the mirrors, other than Dunk and MGrash  and an unopened chest. However, the reflections they saw made it seem like there might be a dozen of each of those things, and that made it nearly impossible to tell which image might be real.

They look like friends, MGrash said, although he seemed unsure of his judgement.

Dunk stepped forward and put his foot out at a chest. His toes struck a mirror instead. He moved back a step and then spat at the mirror. His saliva ran down its slick surface, marking it. As he looked around, he saw the mark on another nearby image, so he could rule that one out as real too.

MGrash? Dunk pointed at where hed spat on the mirror. Think you could do that to every other mirror in this place?

Dunkel want me to spit on people?

No. Dont spit on us.

Dunkel just did. Look! The ogre pointed to where Dunks spit ran down his own face.

Thats just

 Dunk arched an eyebrow at MGrash. Never mind. Can you just spit at the chests  and hurry. Dunk thought he heard someone coming. Instead of the stomping feet of a human or dwarf, it sounded something like the stamp of metal-booted halflings, distant now, but coming closer.

MGrash hocked up something evil from deep inside his chest and then began to spew it about in all directions. Not wishing to depend on the ogres sense of what constituted a chestDunk had a chest of his own on the front of his upper body, after all  he worked hard to stay behind the ogre, where the creatures spit could not reach.

Thats when one of the Dwarf Giants rolled in  literally. The dwarf player sat in the saddle of a monstrous steam-driven machine fronted by a steel-spiked cylinder of stone that stood almost as tall as Dunk.

Uh-oh, said Jims voice. It looks like Zam Boney has found a dwarf death-roller, and hes not afraid to use it!

Dunk and MGrash stared at the machine as Boney forced it through the doorway and onto the mirrored floor. The glassy material there cracked and crumbled as the death-roller moved across it, shattering it into countless thousands of pieces. The dwarf riding the machine shouted something  a threat, no doubt  but Dunk couldnt hear it over the engines noise. Then the thing came straight at them, picking up speed as it went.

Run! Dunk said, turning and grabbing MGrashs hand, and hauling the ogre along behind him.

Devices like the death-roller are strictly against the rules, of course, Jims voice said, but who cares when theyre so much fun! Besides which, what are the chances of the referee stumbling into the right room to spot it  especially when two of the Giants are busy drowning him in the merdwarf room!

As the two Hackers took off across the room, Dunk felt grateful that MGrash had managed to mark as many surfaces as he had, no matter how disgusting the method. Otherwise, he knew, theyd have bounced into one mirrored wall after another until the death-roller had crushed them under its tremendous, spiked mass.

Dunkel! MGrash shouted.

Dunk glanced back over his shoulder and saw that the death-roller was almost on them. Boney cackled so loudly that Dunk could hear him, even over the roar of his accelerating machine as it bore down on him and MGrash.

The ogre grabbed Dunk and thrust him to one side as he dived for the other at the last instant. Boney seemed to have a hard time deciding which of the Hackers to go after, perhaps hoping to take them both out at the same time. Instead, he missed them both, but only by bare inches.

As Dunk scrambled to his feet, he watched Boney race past and then put the death-roller into a controlled slide that ended with the machine swivelled around and pointing back in his direction. The Giant pointed at MGrash and held up an index finger. Then he pointed to Dunk and held up two fingers, indicating the human would go down last.

Dunk held up his middle finger in response, and then howled in dismay as the machine took off after MGrash. Despite its size, the death-roller moved so fast that Dunk knew he could never catch it on foot, not in a straight-up race. He needed something to even the odds.

He scanned the area around him, hoping to spy something  anything  that could help. Then his eyes fell on what hed been looking for before: a small chest.

Dunk dashed over and picked up the chest. At that moment, he was less interested in how it could help the Hackers win the game than he was in how he might use it to stop Boney dead.

Hey, you sawed-off, half-pint, runt of a litter of dwarf-orcs! Dunk shouted at Boney. As the Giant turned to look at the thrower over his shoulder, Dunk raised the chest over his head and waved it about like a red flag in front of a bull.

Boney reached over and hauled on a lever as he wrenched the steering wheel to the left. This sent the machine into a hard spin that nearly threw the dwarf from his seat, but it put the death-roller on a path towards Dunk, still moving at top speed.

Dunk glanced left and right, and discovered hed found the chest in a mirrored cul-de-sac. There was nowhere for him to go. When Boney realised the throwers predicament, he tossed back his head and loosed a loud cackle that rang out over the engines noise.

Well, folks, it looks like the Hackers better put in their order for a Dunk Hoffnung-sized coffin, Jims voice said. Boney has the thrower dead to rights, and he seemed like he had such promise too.

Dunk thrust the chest up over his head and then hurled it straight into the death-rollers path. It bounced once, and then landed squarely in front of the machines spiked roller.

When Boney saw Dunk start to throw the chest at him, the dwarf knew what the Hacker meant to do, and he hauled back on the death-rollers brakes and yanked the wheel to the right. The things forward momentum was too much for it to stop that quickly, though, and the machine skidded right into the chest.

Dunk held his breath and waited for the explosion. Instead, all he heard was a loud crunching noise, followed by a muffled pop.

The death-roller smashed into one of the cul-de-sacs walls, and Boney catapulted out of his seat and crunched into the wall right after it, leaving a wet, red streak on the mirrored surface as he slid down it. Dunk raced forward and spotted the remnants of the chest poking out underneath the machines rear wheels. The death-roller had reduced it to little more than splinters, but Dunk spied a few shiny spikes sticking up out of the wreckage.

The Hacker scrambled underneath the death-roller and snatched the flattened football out from beneath it. The heat from the boiler that drove the machines steam engine threatened to bake the skin from the back of his arm, but he gritted his teeth and ignored the pain. As he pulled the pancake of a ball free from the wreckage, he heard a high-pitched whistle start to shriek from the steam engine.

A rivet shot out of the engines casing and zinged over Dunks head like a bullet from a sling. A fine spray of scalding water and steam followed it, and the pitch of the whistling rose to an ear-splitting crescendo.

Dunk tucked the flat ball under his arm and sprinted away from the machine. He didnt get ten feet before he ran past MGrash. As he did, he grabbed the ogres hand and tugged the big guy after him, shouting, Run!

Just then, the steam engine exploded. The Shockwave knocked MGrash and Dunk flying across the room, skidding along the floors silvery surface to come to a crashing halt in a pile against the far wall.

MGrash? Dunk asked as he mentally took inventory of his body parts. Although a bit squished, everything seemed to be there.

The ogre nodded. Dunkel alive! he shouted with glee.

Hey, buddy, Dunk said. Are you all right?

The ogre nodded again.

Then can you get off me so I can breathe?

MGrash leapt off his friend and helped him to his feet. Sorry, Dunkel, he said, blushing.

Its all right. Dunk plucked the flat ball up from the ground and held it up for MGrash to see. It was worth it.

13

The Hackers have the ball! Jims voice said. The Hackers have the ball. Now all they need to do is get it back to their end zone to score. Remember, folks, in Dungeonbowl, the first to score wins the game!

Dunk cursed the camras scattered throughout the dungeon. If hed been thinking, he might have tried to hide the ball from them  and everyone else  a bit longer. Sure, Jim would have eventually figured out that if the chest hadnt exploded then it must have had a ball in it, but as an ogre Jim wasnt the sharpest knife in the corpse.

Lets get to the end zone, Dunk said to MGrash. How did you get in here?

The ogre pointed to the door through which hed come.

Then lead the way, big guy, Dunk said with a grin.

MGrash lumbered forward like a galloping elephant, and Dunk paced after him, stuffing the flat ball underneath his breastplate to keep it safe. In the confines of the dungeons passages, MGrashs head and pauldrons scraped the ceiling and walls. Unlike the other players, the ogre rarely wore a helmet. They were hard to find in his size, and his skull was harder than any helmet could be.

The hall ended in a wall of water. It stretched from floor to ceiling, and it splashed as MGrash thrust his right arm through it.

Hold breath, Dunkel, the ogre said. Dunk did as hed been told, and MGrash scooped him up and charged into the water.

Dunk opened his eyes in the water, which was as clear as that in a noblemans pool. He wondered for a moment if it was all just an illusion, and he thought about testing it by trying to breathe. Then he saw the corpse of a dwarf dressed in a Giants uniform float by, and he decided against it.

Dunk couldnt tell where they were going, but MGrash seemed to know. He moved without hesitation, pushing himself and Dunk through the water on his powerful legs.

In Dunks limited experience, ogres werent much good at thinking, but if you gave them a clear task  like lets get to the end zonethey put everything they had into completing it. MGrash set to his job like a starving dog to a fresh steak. Dunk had no doubt they would get through the water in record time.

As the doorway on the opposite side of the room came wavering through the rippling water, Dunk spotted something large and grey coming towards them like a rocket. The face full of huge, vicious teeth told Dunk that this was the largest shark Dunk had ever seen. It looked like the thing might have been able to swallow him alive, and he had no doubt it would tear MGrashs flesh to tatters with its traplike maw.

Dunk tapped MGrash on the shoulder and pointed towards the shark. The ogre shouted out in fear, losing most of the air hed held in his lungs. A warm, yellow cloud formed around the ogres waist, but thankfully MGrash kept moving forward and left it far behind.

Before the shark could strike at them, something thick and brown charged into the water through the doorway and met the prehistoric monster head on. The shark snapped at it with its massive jaws, but Edgars trunk was too wide around for the creatures teeth to find purchase on it, and his bark protected him from the deepest scratches.

Dunk and MGrash burst out of the standing wall of water and into the room beyond, the ogre hacking and gasping for air. While Dunks lungs held far less than MGrashs, the thrower hadnt panicked when the shark had appeared, and he was the better off for it.

Hold it right there, Dunk said after helping pound the water out of MGrashs lungs. I think I spotted something back there.

Dunk stuck his head back into the water and opened his eyes. He was right. There, just off to the left of the doorway, a wooden chest rested among a stand of seaweed. If MGrash hadnt made such a wake behind him, shoving aside the weeds as he went, Dunk doubted hed ever have seen it.

Dunk peered around and saw that Edgar had shoved one of his branches straight down the sharks gullet and was flinging the hapless creature all around, as if his own arm was just a shark from his elbow down. Since Edgar didnt need to breathe in the way that the other players did, the water posed no threat to him. This meant he could tackle the shark with an aplomb any other player had to envy.

Seeing no other threats, Dunk shoved his way into the wall of water and plucked the chest from the weeds. Then he turned and hauled it back into the airy room where hed left MGrash.

When Dunk broke through the water, a horrible roar assaulted his ears. He blinked the water out of his eyes and saw a Dwarf Giant standing across the torch-lit room. Unlike the other Giants, this one wore a large pack on his back and dark goggles over his eyes. His black beard, which bristled like a chimney brush, had been cropped short, and he carried a torch in his hand, from which ran a hose that attached to the bottom of the tank.

Nuffles smoky joe! Jims voice said. Weber Toasty Grilmore has caught up with Hoffnung and KThragsh. Lets see how they handle him and his legendary flamethrower!

The dwarf pointed the torch at Dunk  who now noticed that the end of it hissed at him  and said, in a voice that came from lungs that seemed to breathe through a burning pipe, Give me that chest. You have until three.

Dunk hesitated.

Three! the dwarf yelled as he pulled a lever on the bottom of his torch. Fire leapt from the tip of the torch like a hungry dragon, reaching for Dunk and the chest in his hands.

The heat singed Dunks skin and hair. If he hadnt already been soaking wet, he might have gone up in flames right there. Being waterlogged gave him an extra moment to live, and he used it to do the only thing that came to mind: he shoved himself back into the watery room.

The fires that had been starting to smoulder on Dunk went out immediately as the cool waters enveloped him. He glanced backward to see that Edgar had split the shark in half and left the carcass floating in the water. Other, smaller sharks, which Dunk hadnt noticed before, dived into the tendrils of blood as they curled out from their massive cousin and churned the water with their maddened feeding on the fresh-made chum.

Dunk knew he had to stop Edgar from walking into the airy room. He didnt want to face a flamethrower himself, but it turned him pale to think about what such a weapon would do against a treeman like Edgar, waterlogged or not. Being underwater, he could not speak and would somehow have to signal his warning, and perhaps some kind of plan.

Before Dunk could attempt this, MGrash came splashing in from the room beyond, his skin ablaze, the water turning to steam as it smothered the fires on the ogre. Edgar caught MGrash before the ogre could float to the ground, but when the treeman turned the blitzer over, Dunk saw that the ogres face was already turning blue. In his haste to get away from the flames, MGrash must not have taken a breath before leaping into the water. If Dunk didnt do something soon, his humongous friend would die.

Dunk sprinted out of the water and into the room, where he found Grilmore working a pump handle that came out over his shoulder from the tank on his back.

Back for more, eh? the dwarf growled. Ill be right with you.

Dont! Dunk said. If you want this so badly, you can have it. With that, he tossed the chest high in the air. It bounced once, and then rolled to a stop under Grilmores raised boot.

Wise for a beardless one, Grilmore grunted. Now git!

The flamethrower spat fire at Dunk once more, and he dived backward into the water behind him to avoid it. Once safe in the cool liquid, he glanced back and saw MGrash grasping at his throat, strangling on a lack of air. The ogre only had seconds left.

Dunk pressed his nose up to the edge of the water and peered through it into the room beyond. There he watched as Grilmore leaned over and opened up the chest.

The first explosion smacked into the dwarf and sent him flying backward. He landed on his tank, hard, and it sprang a leak, but Grilmore was as tough a dwarf as they came. The blast only stunned him, and he shook it off before hed even stopped rolling.

Dunk cursed his luck. All the dwarf had to do now was camp out there in the room and wait. In scant seconds, MGrash would have to charge back into the room for a breath, and Grilmore would flash-fry him that same instant.

But it seemed as if the dwarf was a bit more stunned than he had let on. As Grilmore pushed himself to his feet, he used the hand that held his torch on a tube. It touched the black, viscous fluid leaking from the tank and raced along it until it hit the reservoir.

The second explosion filled the room with raging fire. The shock-wave smacked into the water and drove Dunk flipping backward and deeper into it. The water actually receded from the doorway from the force of the blast. When it rebounded back, it overwhelmed the magic keeping the water from plunging through the portal, and it surged through and into the room beyond.

The coursing water dragged Dunk, Edgar, and MGrash into the room where Grilmore had just been. There was nothing left of him, from what Dunk saw, but a few shreds of his armour attached to the flamethrowers burst-open tank.

The flood carried the three Hackers through that room and into the next. There, Dunk spied Spinne, who had been facing off against a white-bearded dwarf racing along on a steam-powered bicycle. She had managed to grab onto a torch sconce as the waters raged through the room in a flash flood, but the dwarf hadnt been so lucky. The wall of water had knocked the bike flat, and since he was strapped to it, the dwarf had been sucked under the swirling mess.

The river of lava is next! Spinne said. Then the end zone!

Thanks! Dunk said as the water dragged him past her. I love you!

Isnt that just too damn cute, folks? Jims voice said. It just makes you want to gag yourself with a snotlings toes.

Dunk cursed at the announcer as the new-made river dragged him from the room. Before he could even complete his sentence, he found himself in the room with the lava river  or at least in the room where it had been.

When the water hit the lava, it transformed into steam that curled into the air and filled the room until it was thicker than any fog. It might have been hot enough to parboil anyone nearby when it first hit, but by the time Dunk and the others got there, the lava was submerged three feet below the water line.

The water carried Dunk straight over the river  which still glowed through the cracks forming in the dark crust of cooler rock that had formed on the lavas surface  and deposited him on the other side. When he regained his feet, he turned back to see MGrash and Edgar stuck on the rivers other side. Being heavier than Dunk, they would have scraped the skin right off that river of lava and maybe been burned to death. Edgar had figured this out and managed to catch himself in the hallway leading into the room, and he had caught MGrash too before the ogre went sailing past or through him.

Dunk waved at the others, and then dashed towards the end zone, just on the other side of the portal ahead of him. Before he could reach the room, another dwarf stepped out into the now-receding waters and stood his ground in front of the doorway.

Give me the ball, the dwarf snarled at Dunk. He had no strange weapon in his hands, he sat astride no vicious vehicle, but he didnt need any of these things to exude danger.

The dwarf stood taller than any dwarf Dunk had ever seen  and nearly as wide. He wore his beard in a forked braid, and his head had been shaved, leaving behind only a high-crested, bright orange fan of hair straight down the centre. He bore tattoos on nearly every inch of his body, and he wore no armour, only leather straps fitted with spikes, wound around his arms, chest, knees, and fists.

Dunk yelped, and threw his arms wide to show that his hands were empty.

Where is it, manling? the dwarf asked, stalking closer to the thrower.

Dunk stepped to one side and pointed back at Edgar and MGrash standing on the other side of the river of lava. Theyd already started for the stone bridge that arced high over the river, and they would be there in seconds.

The dwarf raced off to take on the others, and Dunk didnt care to lay odds against him, despite the fact he faced an ogre and a treeman together. Something in Dunk rebelled at leaving his friends to face such a foe on their own, but he had a job to do as part of the same team on which they played.

Dunk spun on his heel and dashed into the room where the Hackers end zone sprawled. Once there, he reached under his breastplate and pulled out the flattened football. He held it up to the camra standing in the corner, and smiled for the viewers at home.

Hoffnung scores a touchdown! Jims voice said. Wake up, Bob, you ancient sot! You just missed one hell of a game! The Hackers win!

14

That night, Dunk settled into a cosy corner of the House of Booze with Spinne, Slick, and MGrash. The place hadnt changed much since theyd been there two years ago, although Spinne hadnt been with them then. Shed just survived a cave-in during a Dungeonbowl game, which had killed four of her teammates.

Dunk had later learned that MGrash had been responsible for that cave-in, something he didnt think hed ever share with Spinne. He glanced at the two of them chatting happily with each other over their drinks, and decided that perhaps it was for the best.

Dunk had visited a number of taverns in Barak Varr  the dwarfs took great pride in their drink and sampled and shared it often  but the House of Booze was still his favourite. He liked Ye Olde Trip to Araby  the oldest tavern in the dwarf kingdoms  too, but he and Dirk had been banned from it two years ago when theyd torn the place apart in a brotherly brawl.

The carved stone ceilings of the House of Booze arched higher than those of a cathedral, and Dunk realised that the place served as a church in a sense. The patrons who came here worshipped no gods, but good friends, food, and drink  and not necessarily in that order. From the clouds of smoke that collected under some of the highest arches, Dunk knew that some of the people were here for a good pipe instead.

The best thing about the place was the way it welcomed people of all stripes. The private booth at which the four sat stood open at one end, but each of the benches on the other three sides could be adjusted to different heights. Slick sat up high on one wing, Dunk and Spinne sat at a standard height in the back, and MGrash sat down low on the other wing. None of them had to hunch over or stand on a stool, and they could enjoy their fare and each other in comfort and peace.

Dunk raised his stein of Torin Oakencasks Deep Shaft, a black brew concocted in the farthest depths of the dwarf lands. Rumour had it that the brewmeisters used actual ore in the drinks production. Dunk didnt know if that was what made it thick enough to stand a knife in, but he liked it.

To the Hackers, he said. And to victory.

The others all joined in, clanking their steins together. Here, even MGrash had a stein of his own, instead of his usual barrel with the top torn free. It was so large that Slick could have bathed in it  and later in the night might have been tempted to try.

Winning, MGrash said. It beats losing. The skin on his arms and face had already started to heal over. Dr. Pill had given him something to help the process along and to take care of the pain, and it seemed to have worked. MGrash had been nothing but smiles all night. Nothing fazed him for a moment. Even when hed tripped over that group of orcs on the way in, hed just kept walking, not even noticing that hed crushed one under his heel.

I like that, Slick said. I think Ill have that put on a T-shirt with your face on it. Ill give you ten percent.

Deal, MGrash said. He grinned so hard the skin on his face split again, but he didnt seem to notice.

Shouldnt he have had his agent negotiate that for him? Spinne asked the halfling.

Of course! Slick nodded to Spinne and Dunk, and then turned back to MGrash. As your duly appointed representative in all matters financial, I urge you to take the T-shirt deal, MGrash. Its a good bargain for you, and I can vouch for the licensees honour and integrity personally.

MGrash furrowed his brow and then looked at Dunk for advice. The thrower smiled gamely and nodded. The ogre reached out to shake hands with Slick, a grin on his face. Deal! he said as the halflings hand and forearm disappeared in his fist.

Isnt that a conflict of interest? Spinne asked. Id like my agent to be more independent than that.

Slick put on a look of mock dismay. Sweetheart, he said, first, youre talking about agents. Honesty and agency are not synonymous.

Second, what could be more honest? I proposed and executed the deal here in the presence of my client and gave both him and his good friends the chance to comment and even intercede. How many other agents do you think bother going to that kind of trouble?

Most agents would just set up the T-shirt deal with an old pal and never let their client know who they were really negotiating with. Not so with Slogo Fullbelly! Im as above board as an agent can get.

Spinne squinted her eyes and frowned at Slick, but Dunk and MGrash laughed along with the halfling. After a moment, she joined in with them as well.

Dunk took a pull from his stein. As he savoured the rich, bitter flavour, he smiled. Here he had the three people who mattered most to him in his life  except Dirk, of course, who seemed to have cut himself out of Dunks life. Despite that, Dunk felt happy, and he wanted that feeling to last.

Then someone pushed a tall stool up to the far side of the table. Stuck in the back of the booth, Dunk couldnt see who it was that meant to join them. He heard whoever it was climbing the ladder built into the back of the seat.

When the newcomers head cleared the table, Dunk dropped his beer. Fortunately, this happened often enough in the House of Booze that the dwarfs had designed the steins to right themselves if possible, and this one did, letting only the barest dribble of the Deep Shaft spill over its edge.

The man who sat in the stool across the table from Dunk looked older, but no wiser. His clothes looked as if hed been sleeping in a nest of hungry rats, and he smelled something like that too. Somewhere along the line, his nose had been broken, and it had healed poorly, leaving it with a downward bend. His hair might have been greyer  a great deal more white showed in his scraggly beard  but Dunk couldnt be sure of its colour under the layer of filth the man wore with a comfort borne of long companionship.

Hello, Dunkel, the man said, his voice a bit rougher too. How have you been?

Dunk didnt say a word. He couldnt. His tongue refused to work. All he could do was sit and stare at this ghost from his past come back to haunt his present.

Spinne and Slick stared at Dunk for a moment, waiting for him to say something, anything. MGrash, ever oblivious, took a long draught from his beer and then waved at the man.

Hi, the ogre said. Then he pointed at himself. MGrash!

The man wiped his hand on his soiled tunic. Realising that it wasnt any cleaner, he reached out and performed the same task with a napkin instead, leaving a grimy residue on the cloth. Then he stuck out his hand to MGrash.

Ive seen you play, the man said as he shook the ogres hand. Youre very good.

Since when did you ever watch Blood Bowl? Dunk asked. The question blurted out of him without him even thinking to ask it, and now it lay there between them.

The man recovered his hand from MGrash and gave Dunk an easy smile. Since you and your brother started playing it. I never saw much use in it before that myself. Its not the stage or the opera, but Ive come to appreciate it at its own level for what it is.

Which is?

An alternative to war, of course. The man waved down a waiter and said, Bring a bottle of your finest Montfort, and Id like to see a menu too, please.

Dunk slumped back in his seat, stunned.

Im Spinne, the catcher said. I dont think I caught your name.

Theres not much you dont catch, miss, the man said. Ive seen you play too. Ill consider it a compliment to have got anything past you.

You havent yet, Spinne said, wearing a smile that barely covered a bulldogs snarl. Id like to know who you are.

The man shook a finger at the woman. I like that. I really do; sharp, direct, and unafraid of confrontation. Unusual in a woman, especially in these parts, but I find it unnervingly attractive. I see what Dunk finds exciting about you. Youll go far, miss. He put out his hands in a wide shrug. Hey, you already have.

Spinnes smile closed, and she turned to Dunk. Perhaps you could identify our dinner guest for us.

The man raised his eyebrows and shrugged at Dunk. Thats your call, Dunkel. We have a lot of catching up to do. Whether you care to share that with your friends is up to you.

Dunk shook his head at the man. He didnt know how he felt about this yet, but it surprised him how easily the man could still push his buttons.

Spinne, Slick, MGrash, Dunk said looking at each of them in turn and then at the man again. Id like you to meet L?gner Hoffnung, my father.

Spinne gasped. MGrash stared back and forth at Dunk and L?gner, confused as ever. Slick reached across the table as best he could and offered his hand, which L?gner took.

A pleasure, sir, the halfling said. Ive often wondered who could have had a hand in raising such a fine boy as you have in your son here.

L?gner flashed a grin, which grew wider as his drink appeared. Im afraid youll have to blame most of Dunks upbringing on his blessed mother, gods rest her soul.

Oh, youre just being modest.

No, Dunk said, staring at his father through sunken eyes. Hes not.

L?gner looked abashed. Come now, Dunkel, he said. Is that any way to speak to your father?

How would I know? Dunk asked. I havent seen you for over three years. We never did have much to say to each other.

L?gner nodded as he glanced down the menu. All too true, Im afraid, he said. All too true. Then he turned to the dwarf waiter who stood ready to take his order. Ill have the steak Bordeleaux, medium rare, light on the blue cheese, but heavy on the onions.

Excellent choice, sir, the waiter said before gliding off towards the kitchen on a set of tall, metal stilts.

What are you doing here? Dunk asked. I thought you were dead.

You thought wrong, L?gner said with a devilish grin, but you can take comfort in knowing you werent the only one. I wanted the world to think I was dead. Life, I find, is much easier that way.

What are you doing here? Dunk repeated. He didnt bother to ask his father if he knew about the Guterfiends and Lehrer and all the rest. He knew he did.

L?gner took a long draw from his stein and smacked his lips in satisfaction. Well, I usually prefer to leave business for after the meal. I find it aids in the digestion to put such things off until then. But I can tell from your demeanour that youre anxious to get started. Where would you like me to begin?

How about with the angry mob killing my mother and sister, and running us out of town?

L?gners smile faded. Yes. You would want to know about that, wouldnt you?

What happened to you? Dunk asked. I went to the summer house. I checked in there for you every day for weeks. Then Lehrer ran me off the property because someone else had taken it.

The Guterfiends, L?gner said with a grim nod. Id heard theyd ended up with the place, but I hadnt guessed theyd take ownership so soon.

I thought you were dead, Dunk said, his voice cracking on the last word. He grimaced to hold his emotions in check.

I can see why, L?gner said. I wanted everyone to think I was dead. Even you.

Why?

L?gner snorted at himself. Face it, Dunkel. You were better off without me. Id never done anything but put you and the rest of my family in constant danger just by living with me. You saw what that did to your mother and sister. I didnt want to have that happen to you too.

So you did it for my own good? Dunk asked. You just wandered away and let me think you were dead and gone for three years out of your concern for my well-being?

L?gner winced. Well, that was what I thought would be a pleasant side-effect of my central reason, which was to escape the people who wanted me dead.

It looks like that worked well, said Slick. Dunk shot him a murderous look, and the halfling sat back in his seat again.

Why did the Guterfiends want you dead?

L?gner let a wry smile play on his lips. They didnt, really. They didnt even know me. Oh, sure, they knew of me, and they wanted me out of their way, but it wasnt anything personal.

Not personal? Dunk couldnt believe his ears. They killed your wife and daughter, ran you off your estate, took everything you owned, and forced you to arrange for everyone to think you were dead.

No, Dunkel, L?gner said. Youre jumping to conclusions. Youve got it all wrong. The Guterfiends didnt care about me or anyone else who lived in our keep. They just happened to work for the same people. Once we were out, they were in. It was that bloodless and simple  at least to them.

Dunk stared at his father. Then who did all that to us?

Khorne, L?gner said.

Dunk felt Spinne recoil next to him.

You mean Khorne as in Khornes Killers? Slick asked, his eyes wide in disbelief.

Yes.

Khorne, the Blood God?

Yes!

Khorne, one of the Lords of Chaos?

Yes!

Conversation around the table ground to a halt, and L?gner tried to use a smile to mask his irritation. Soon enough, the dull roar of others talking nearby resumed.

Why? Dunk asked. What would Khorne want with us?

Besides the fact that the Hoffnungs were one of the oldest and most influential families in the Empire?

There are other families with the same credentials.

True, said L?gner, but none of them were in such rotten shape as ours was when I took over the family business.

Dunk narrowed his eyes at his father and tried to understand where he was heading.

Seeing that Dunk wasnt about to hold up his end of the conversation with anything but prompts, both verbal and otherwise, L?gner continued to speak.

Your grandfather was a great man: a patron of the arts, a good friend, and kind to all who knew him. Someone who put the gentle in gentleman and the noble in nobleman. But he was a horrible businessman.

In the twenty-five years my father was in charge of the Hoffnung family holdings, he managed to piss away hundreds of thousands of crowns  maybe even enough to pay for the price thats on your head.

Dunk winced at that.

You see, thats why Im here. I wanted to tell you that the Guterfiends are the ones backing this Zauberer fellows mad claims. Youve done a fine job debunking the man and making him look like the lunatic he is, but he made too big a splash.

Even if you no longer have every joker with a sword in his closet coming after you for the reward, the professionals  the killers who really know what theyre doing  are going to figure it out. Theyre going to go to that crackpot, and hell tell them whos offering the money, and then theyll go after you harder than ever. And the worst part is that you wont even be expecting it.

Or at least you wouldnt, if not for me.

Dunk smiled finally. I already knew.

It was L?gners turn to be surprised. Really? How? Did you track it down through Zauberer yourself? Smart boy! I always told your mother youd get over that head wound.

No, I heard it from  Wait! What head wound?

L?gner grimaced. Um, the one you got as a child when you were dropped.

Who dropped me? Dunk asked. You?

L?gner nodded, his cheeks turning pink. You were just a few months old, and Lehrer had tossed me a skin full of wine. I just  well, I wasnt used to carrying a child around quite yet.

Dunk slapped a hand over his eyes. You dropped your infant son in favour of a wineskin.

L?gner nodded, a pathetic look on his face. It was some really good wine.

Dunk put his head down on the table and wrapped his hands over it. For some reason, it seemed to be throbbing.

So who told you the Guterfiends were behind the reward money? L?gner asked, clearly hoping to change the subject.

Lehrer, Dunk mumbled.

Who?

Lehrer, Dunk said, raising his head. He tracked me down in Magritta to let me know.

Lehrer? L?gners voice was barely more than a whisper. Hes still around?

Hes been with the Guterfiends ever since we left the keep. They came in and hired our whole staff on the spot, it seems.

Hes been with them far longer than that. He started up with them soon after I signed on with Khorne.

Dunk blinked. You did what?

15

L?gner scowled at Dunk. Dont you dare judge me, Dunkel. The house was floundering. Your grandfather had not only lost everything we had, hed also run up a horrendous debt. The people who held those markers were ready to take everything we had and then hang our skins from our flagpoles to make their point.

You made a deal with one of the Ruinous Powers, and you didnt think that would come back to bite you? Dunk stared at his father, stunned. Hed known his father had done some pretty horrible things in the course of building the family business back up over the years, but hed had no idea that it had involved pacts with the forces of darkness.

Of course I did! L?gner scowled. I knew the deal would go sour eventually  I did  but eventually can be an awfully long time. It got me through your entire childhood. Yours and Dirks.

But it killed Mother and Kirta. Does that seem like a fair trade?

Thats not fair, Dunkel. You know I would have done anything to save Greta and your sister from that mob. They came on so quick

As it was, I was thrilled to be able to save your life at least. That day was the first time I felt glad that Dirk had left home.

Dunk just gaped at L?gner. The horror of the notion that his father had tied his family fortunes to the whims of the Blood God staggered him.

You thought you could cheat him, didnt you? Slick said.

Dunk stared at the halfling, and then back at his father, who was squirming in his seat.

Go on, Slick said. Admit it. I know what its like. Someone presents you with a deal you just cant bring yourself to refuse, even though you know you should. You go back and forth on it, but eventually you convince yourself that theres a loophole in it somewhere, some way for you to wriggle out of your end of the bargain  at least if something in the deal goes sour, which it will, especially for something thats supposed to last forever.

So you make the deal, and you regret it every day after that, knowing that some day the executioners axe will drop, and you have to be ready to try to dodge it at any second.

I understand all this. Im an old wheeler and dealer myself. Sometimes the temptation seems too great. Ive seen it break many a desperate man in my time, but you just have to resist.

Its no way to live.

L?gner nodded along with Slick, and said, Its an even worse way to die. Do you know what part of the deal was? Eternal damnation. Khorne owns my soul. When I die, it becomes his plaything for the rest of time.

I take it back, Slick said. Youre an idiot.

Hey, L?gner said, becoming indignant, I didnt think souls were real back then, and if I did have one I wasnt doing a damned thing with it. I was young. I was naive. I was

An idiot, MGrash said, shaking his head in pity.

L?gner sighed. I cant win. Even the ogre thinks Im an idiot.

What did you promise them? Dunk asked.

L?gner waved his son off. You dont want to know, he said. Its not important.

As unimportant as your soul? Dunk felt his anger at his father rising again.

L?gner closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, Dunk could see that hed been beaten. Given the look of his hair, skin, and clothes, hed been that way since hed left Altdorf three years ago. Dunk guessed that the man had lapsed into his old, enthusiastic ways only because of the encounter with him. Now that hed had the wind taken from his sails, hed reverted to the worn, tired, old man hed become.

I cant say.

Cant or wont?

It comes to the same thing. L?gner hung his head low and spoke so softly that he could barely be heard.

Tell me! Dunk roared, slamming his fists onto the table.

Once again, all nearby conversation froze. It started up again a moment later, but Dunk knew that his table had just about worn out its welcome. The managers of the House of Booze traded upon their willingness to leave their patrons alone, but that included keeping them from upsetting each other.

L?gner raised his sunken, red-rimmed eyes. Dunk could smell the mans fear.

My bloodline, L?gner said in a soft, horrified breath. I  I sold you all.

Dunks heart froze in his chest. He didnt want to believe what his father had just said, but at the same time he knew that it was true.

Forgive me, Dunkel, L?gner whispered.

Dunk bit his lower lip so hard he tasted blood in his mouth. He gripped the edge of the table in front of him so tight he could hear his knuckles crack. Then he shoved out hard and flipped the table over in front of him.

L?gners chair tipped over hard, but the old man managed to scramble out of the way, squeaking clear before the tables heavy top could crash into him. Dunk leapt down after the table before anyone could stop him. He landed crouched on the tables upper edge and stared down at his father like a vengeful god come from the mountaintop to smite down the most offensive of heretics.

Forgive you? Dunk said. Youre lucky I dont tear out your heart and send you straight off to Khorne here and now!

L?gner cried out in horror and threw his arms up over his head and face for protection. He whimpered in a soft voice, I did it all for you.

The pathetic display triggered something in Dunks head. One moment he wanted nothing more than to rip the mans life from him in large, bloody chunks; the next, he couldnt stand the thought of laying his hands on the man, for fear that some of that creatures weaknesses might rub off on him. Then Dunk remembered that this was his father and that it might already be too late.

Isnt that Dunk Hoffnung? a lady dwarf asked from the other side of the taverns main hall.

Dunk knew he shouldnt have been able to hear the dwarfs question. Any other time hed been in the House of Booze, the general background noise would have drowned it out. Now, it rang out in the silence that seemed to have smothered every other conversation to death.

Get out of here, Dunk said to his father as the man squirmed away from him along the taverns cold, stone floor. If I ever see you again, youre dead.

*

So, Dunk, L?stiges said through the crack in the door, her floating golden camra arcing over her shoulder to get the best shot of the throwers reaction. Tell our viewers just how long youve been worshiping at the altar of the Blood God?

Dont do this to me, Dunk said, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. Not now.

So youre not denying reports of you threatening a harmless old man in the House of Booze last night and threatening to sacrifice him to Khorne?

Dunk slapped both of his hands over his face. Of course, thats what it must have looked like to an outsider, and plenty of them had seen him come within inches of killing his father. He wondered how many of them had tried to sell the story to Wolf Sports, especially considering that no one outside of his friends had moved more than a finger to try to stop him from carrying out his threats.

Leave him alone, Spinne called from inside the room. He had a rough night.

Im just happy to hear your voice, Spinne, L?stiges said. After the old man got away from Dunk last night, some of the witnesses wondered if he might be desperate enough to try to sacrifice you instead.

Dunk arched an eyebrow at the reporter. They had spent a lot of time together the previous year. Shed come along on the Hackers trip to Albion and made a documentary based on how theyd found and captured the original Far Albion Cup.

Your concern is touching, he said. Now go away. With that, he shut the door in her face.

Dunk, L?stiges said. Dunk! You know this story is going to be airing on every major Cabalvision network by the end of the day. Im giving you a chance to head off the negative publicity and tell your side of the story!

Let her in, Spinne said as she tossed on a fresh shirt and skirt.

Are you nuts?

Spinne shrugged. Shes got a point. Besides, do you think shes going to go away?

Not without an exclusive, L?stiges said through the door.

Dunk sighed and pulled the door open, holding it wide and gesturing for the reporter to enter.

Thank you, she said as she strolled past him, her camra hovering around her shoulders, its eye taking in everything at once. She gave Spinne a little wave and then curled up on the couch near the rooms bay window, through which the morning sun streamed. Dunk could hear the calls of sea birds riding the gentle breeze across the bay, which stretched out towards the horizon beyond.

So, L?stiges said, what can you tell me about this man you assaulted? Crazed fan? Jilted lover? Evangelist for Khorne?

None of the above, Dunk said, rubbing his unshaven chin. Ill talk to you about it if you like, but you have to turn that camra off.

L?stiges frowned. But what if you say something interesting for once?

Thats a chance youre just going to have to take.

L?stiges peered up at him from the couch for a moment before making her decision. All right, she said. At her signal, the camra dropped from the air to land neatly in her hand. She polished it on her sleeve and then stuffed it into a pocket on her Wolf Sports jacket.

Satisfied for the moment, Dunk looked down into L?stiges deep brown eyes. It was my father, he said.

L?gner Hoffnung? The colour drained from L?stiges face. I thought he was dead.

No one could have been more surprised than me, Dunk said. I hadnt seen him since the night we were run out of Altdorf.

What  whats he doing here? The news of L?gners return had shattered the womans concentration.

He came back to warn me about whos behind the price on my head.

L?stiges shook her head. But how can you believe a word he says? Hes one of the most evil people to ever walk the planet.

Thats a bit harsh, I think, said Dunk.

Do you know what he did to my family? the woman asked, her eyes welling up with tears of rage and frustration as she spoke. Do you know why I ended up taking a job as a Blood Bowl reporter? He ruined us  entirely! The only way I could deal with that was to know that at least he was dead.

L?stiges eyes shone as she looked at Dunks impassive face. And now you tell me hes alive? What do I do with that?

Dunk shook his head. He knew his father had done some horrible things with the family business, but up until now he hadnt realised just how bad they might have been. For the first time, he truly felt sorry for L?stiges.

Hows Dirk? he asked. He knew his brother would want to know about their father, but he had no way to reach him. Hed be able to commiserate with the lady reporter at least.

I  I dont know, L?stiges said, pouting out her red lower lip. Ive been dreading you asking me that. I havent seen him since he quit the Reavers.

Dunk frowned. Dirk and L?stiges had been dating for a while and becoming a serious couple. If he had cut off all ties with her as well, it couldnt be good. He could understand Dirk being mad at him, but staying away from L?stiges didnt make sense.

So why did you attack him? L?stiges asked, her reporters instincts kicking in. Your father, I mean. I would think youd be thrilled to see him.

Dunk snorted at that. Id love to tell you, but only as a friend and as the woman dating my brother.

Have you done something to be ashamed of? L?stiges asked. Dunk could tell she smelled blood. If she had to spill that of a few innocents to take her revenge on L?gner, he didnt doubt she would.

But Dunk and Dirk werent just innocents to her, were they? Dunk had come to know and grudgingly respect L?stiges over the past couple of years, and Dirk had shared more with her than just her bed.

Do you think I can trust her? Dunk asked Spinne.

The catcher mulled it over for a moment. I think you have to.

This has to be off the record, he said, turning to the reporter.

Of course, L?stiges said, leaning forward to catch his every word.

When the family business was bad, before Dirk and I were even born, my father made a deal with Khorne. He sold the Blood God his soul and the souls of all his heirs.

The reporters face went white, and she sat back in the couch, horrified. Are you

He told you this?

Dunk nodded.

Then what happened?

We got rich, Dunk said, confused by the question.

Sure, and then you got run out of town. Why?

Dunk stopped. I dont know, he said, mystified. I never asked.

You didnt ask?

My head was still ringing from the I sold your soul to Khorne thing.

L?stiges nodded as she stared out of the window. Amazing, she muttered. I should have known.

You need to find Dirk.

Whats that? she asked, raising her eyebrows at Dunk.

You need to find my brother and tell him about this. He needs to know.

Then what? L?stiges asked. She felt most comfortable when asking questions. It put her back on familiar ground.

Then find us, and well figure out what we need to do about this.

Why did your father come forth now? L?stiges asked. Hes been missing for years.

The Guterfiends are the ones who put up the reward for my head. He wanted me to know  and know why they want me dead.

Zauberer! L?stiges said. I almost forgot. Thats the reason Im here!

You didnt come just to ask me awkward questions about that encounter in the House of Booze?

She dismissed him with a wave of her hand. That was just for fun. This is serious. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her camra. With a little toss, it rose into the air under its own power and hovered near her shoulder again.

I said, no camra.

L?stiges gave him an irritated smile. Im not going to record anything. I need to show you something.

The reporter snapped her fingers twice, and the eyehole on the front of the camra grew wider. Then a ray of light stabbed out of the hole, shining on a blank wall at one end of the couch.

Dunk blinked his eyes, and stared at the brightly lit spot on the wall. There he saw an image of Schlechter Zauberer frozen in a sneer. It looked like a painting that the light had somehow revealed, as if it had always been there, just waiting for the camra to point it out.

These Daemonic Lidless Projectors are incredible, L?stiges said, and they just keep getting smaller every year.

A DLP? Spinne asked. You can make a moving image without a crystal ball with one of those.

Give the girl a clean shirt, L?stiges said. These things are great for playback. It used to be I couldnt see what Id recorded until I got back to the studio.

So whats on the marquee tonight? Dunk asked.

L?stiges reached out and touched something on the floating camra, and the image on the wall sprang to life. It showed Zauberer slinking down a dark hallway.

Wolf Sports got this footage from the camras we had set up at the Orcidas Stadium in the Badlands.

Isnt that where the Gouged Eye play? Dunk asked.

Spinne nodded. They beat us  the Reavers  in the finals for the Chaos Cup last year.

Funny you should mention that, said L?stiges. Watch.

In the image, Zauberer snaked his way down the hallway until he reached a room in which a couple dozen orcs lay scattered about. From the sounds  which also emitted from the camra  they were all sleeping off a great deal of drink.

Yesterday, the Gouged Eye beat the Marauders in their annual grudge match. They play it during the Dungeonbowl tournament every year that neither team is invited to the main event.

So they play every year, said Spinne.

Without fail, said L?stiges. When the Gouged Eye wins, they have a massive party to celebrate. Most of them survive it. Not this year though.

Zauberer tiptoed through the orcs towards an oak table in the centre of the room. On it sat a large trophy  the Chaos Cup itself, Dunk realised  fashioned from what looked like the skull of a many-horned daemon squatting atop a pile of tiny skulls with equally vicious fangs. As the wizard approached, an eye appeared in one of the daemon-skulls sockets and rolled around to focus on the intruder.

Zauberer froze and said something to the trophy. It opened its toothy maw and began to laugh. The wizard tried to shush it, but it only laughed louder and louder until the orcs nearest to it started to wake up.

Zauberer dashed forward and plucked the cup from its stand. He clutched it to his chest, and the thing bit through his clothes and flesh. His blood ran red on its ivory-bleached bones. He screamed.

The nearest orc  Dunk recognised him as Da Fridge, the Gouged Eye teams best blocker  leapt up and grabbed the wailing wizard. The massive monster stretched up to his full height and held Zauberer out at arms length, his feet flailing a full yard off of the floor.

Then Da Fridge burst into flames.

The orc dropped Zauberer, who landed nimbly on his feet. The other orcs around him leapt to their feet. Some of them had woken when Da Fridge had started laughing at the wizard, and his screams had jolted even the most intoxicated of them from their sleep.

Da Fridge tried to run, but he only made it a few feet before a blast of ebony lightning lanced out from the cup and ran him through. He collapsed at Zauberers feet without another sound.

Some of the orcs charged the wizard. Others tried to escape, scurrying in every direction.

Zauberer cackled in evil mirth. With each laugh, another ebon bolt shot out of the Chaos Cup, skewering another screaming orc. Within seconds, the wizard stood alone in the room, surrounded by nothing more than the corpses of charred orcs.

Zauberer stalked around the room like a victorious conqueror surveying a smoking battlefield. No one else moved.

Then the wizard spotted the security camra that had been recording the entire event. He strutted up to it, a wicked smile splitting his face. He held the Chaos Cup up before the device, and the things eye swivelled about and focused through it as if it could see right through the camras lens to L?stiges, Spinne, and Dunk.

Dunk reached out and held Spinnes hand as she stifled a gasp. L?stiges sat unmoved, solid as a rock. Shed witnessed this scene at least once already. It wasnt until he glanced at her chin that he saw that she was shaking.

Tell the world, Zauberer said. The power I have sought for so long is finally mine.

Tell everyone you meet. Soon they will all worship me as their emperor-god.

For anyone else, if Dunk Hoffnung is hurt before I get my hands on him  if anyone even scratches his armour  Ill destroy you and everyone you hold dear.

And be sure to tell Hoffnung this for me when you see him: Dunk, my old friend, youre next.

16

Byufell Triehugger has the ball! Bobs voice said. The Elfheim Eagles are on a roll!

Dunk swore under his breath. This game hadnt gone well at all.

When the Hackers had first lined up against their all-elf opponents, Dunk had thought that the wizards who had sponsored the Eagles must have owed their coach some kind of favour. He hadnt had a lot of experience with elves, but these didnt look like any Blood Bowl players hed ever seen.

Each of the Eagles was physically perfect with stunning good looks. That they enhanced their appearance with make-up and designer orange-and-purple armour had surprised Dunk. Apparently helmets were out this year, although Dunk couldnt say if this was a fashion decision or that the elf players just refused to mess up their perfectly coiffed hair.

All of this made Dunk think that the Eagles were a team composed merely of poseurs who had showed up simply to display how good an elf could look on the field. He expected that the rough-and-tumble Hackers would tear them apart before they had to break a sweat  something he suspected the Eagles themselves would have refused to do for any reason short of torture.

Hed been sorely mistaken.

The immortal elves had a different kind of strategy than Dunk was used to. Instead of focusing on raw power, or even the elegant use of skill, they excelled at the use of rotten tricks that were technically within the rules. Apparently Nuffle had never written anything in his sacred rulebook about using a herbicide in the middle of a game, for instance, despite the fact that it had sent Edgar into an itching fit that made it impossible for him to do anything during the rest game.

The Eagles had made good use of the dungeons terrain too. They had drawn MGrash into the room with the bottomless pit and then knocked him off one of the string of floating rocks. The poor ogre had been falling for over ten minutes now, wailing in terror at the top of his lungs the entire time.

Cavre had been the most successful in dealing with the elves, but hed had a chest explode on him. While he was stunned, the Eagles had stuffed him into the chest and bound it tight with something Dunk could only guess was an elfs excuse for a jockstrap.

That left Spinne, Guillermo, and Dunk as the only Hackers still in the game. Outnumbered two to one, they were bound to have a hard time of it. The most frustrating part for Dunk was the fact that hed not even been able to tackle anyone yet. The Eagles had studiously avoided having any contact with him. Whenever he entered a room, they left.

Whats going on? hed asked Guillermo. Why wont they come after us?

The Estalian had used the back of his arm to wipe some blood from his eyes. I think you mean, why dont they come after you?

Dunk realised the lineman was right. Word of Zauberers capture of the Chaos Cup and his subsequent threat against anyone who might hurt Dunk had saturated the Cabalvision networks almost immediately after Dunk had seen it himself. In the middle of talk shows like Bloodcentre, player after player had gone white at the thought of being forced to play against Dunk while the sorcerers edict against harming the Hacker stayed in effect.

Not so for Lassolegs Gladhandriel, the Eagles captain. As you know, we always play strictly by the rules, hed said. We do not fear that we might hurt Mr. Hoffnung accidentally.

Of course, that left a lot of room for things the Eagles might try to do to Dunk on purpose. So far, just isolating Dunk had worked well. Unless he or his teammates found the ball, the Eagles had no need to get anywhere near him.

Now that the ball had been found, Dunk hoped to turn the tables. He gave up trying to figure out how to rescue MGrash without getting killed in the process, and bounded across the floating rocks in seconds. When he reached the room with the mirrored walls, he closed his eyes and felt his way through the place, taking care to listen hard for any attackers approaching him while he was blind.

Once through the mirrored room, Dunk found a teleportation pad in the hallway beyond. He didnt know where it would take him, but since he needed to get ahead of the ball carrier fast, he jumped on it and hoped for the best.

He popped into a room filled with rabid, three-headed, seven-tailed cats that smelled of carrion and looked as if theyd been starved half to madness. He moved off the glowing circle, and then jumped back onto it again. It blinked him away.

Dunk landed in another golden circle, and promptly skidded off it, out of control. The floor in this high-ceilinged chamber was a smooth sheet of ice, and his boots could find no purchase on it.

As Dunk slid, he started to pick up speed. The room seemed to go on forever. As he stared around, he realised he wasnt in a room at all. The teleportation pad had transported him to the top of a snowy mountain peak, and it had been engineered to send him slipping along its face at top speed.

Although he had managed to maintain his footing, he could do little to change his course. Peering ahead, he saw the land in front of him disappear into thin air. Then he knew where he was. Hed seen the place from a distance as theyd sailed in to Barak Varr. The dwarfs called it Khalakazam, which had no equivalent in the Imperial tongue. The best that one of the bartenders at the House of Booze had been able to come up with was, Mount You-Must-Be-Joking.

They call it that because of the steep drop-off on its front face, the bartender had said. If you happen to slip off it, its nearly a mile down before you hit anything else. They say youd probably pass out and die long before that happened, but me, I think they just say that. More likely you flounder there screaming in the air every damned second until you smash into the rocks below. I hear most people bounce near twenty feet in the air after an impact like that.

Dunk and Spinne had paid their tab and gone to find another bar after that.

Oh, no! Hoffnungs found his way on to Mount No-Freaking-Way! Jims voice said from somewhere off to the left. Hes doomed for sure.

If thats true, Id hate to be the dwarfs who built that death trap  or the wizards who commissioned it, said Bob. I cant imagine that watching this happen on live Cabalvisiononly here on Wolf Sports!will make a certain wizard very happy. I can only guess where hed begin to take his revenge.

Dunk threw himself down on the ice and tried to grab on with his entire body, but no part of him could find purchase. He clutched at the ice with his hands, hugged it with his body, and kicked at it with his feet, but it ignored his every attempt to cling on. He wound up on his rump, stomping the heels of his cleated boots into the ice zipping past underneath him, but he couldnt even manage to slow himself down.

Dunk looked up and saw a trio of birds circling overhead, carrion eaters waiting for their next meal, no doubt. He turned over on his belly and tried to ram the spikes on the various parts of his armour into the ice too, but the slick surface proved impenetrable. Nothing worked.

Then the ice disappeared, and he found himself sailing out into open space, nothing beneath him but a mile of crisp, cold air. He looked down and saw how the wall of the mountain curved away from the precipitous edge. About a quarter of the way down, the snow and ice gave way to bare rock. Near the bottom  still far away, but already rising fast  the rock plunged into a lush and fertile valley. Down there, Dunk could see tiny white dots moving about, and he realised they were cattle.

An eagles cry split the open air, cutting through the sound of the wind rushing through Dunks ears. He tried to look behind him to see what might have made the noise, but he only succeeded in sending his body into an uncontrolled spin.

It took Dunk a full ten seconds to re-stabilise himself. Once he did, he was too dizzy to understand anything he could see. Then a great fluttering of wings surrounded him, and he found himself clinging to a feathered tree trunk.

Dunk peered around the side of the trunk and saw a giant eagles head staring back at him over its shoulder. Relax, the creature said. Ill have you back on the ground in no time. You didnt think theyd just execute you like that, did you?

Dunk decided that this would be the perfect time to pass out. The last words he heard were, By the way, you lost.

Is it true? Dunk woke up with the words on his lips. He was in his room in the Hackers official inn again, in bed, alone, but not as alone as hed hoped.

Yes, said Dr. Pill, who leered at Dunk as he stood up from where hed been sitting on the couch at the other end of the large room.

Dunk stared at the apothecary. What happened?

You slid off the tallest cliff in the world. A giant eagle rescued you. Your team lost.

Dunk groaned.

Really, what chance did Spinne and Guillermo have all by themselves? As it was, they tried so hard that I had to put stitches into both of them.

Stitches? Is Spinne all right?

Shes fine, Dr. Pill said with a bemused grin. A few minor slashes on her upper right bicep. Shell be back at full capacity in no time.

What about the others?

Cavre bruised himself trying to get out of that chest. He took some splinters when he succeeded, but it was already too late.

I got to Edgar in time to save most of his bark. You might see him wearing a long sheet like a toga for the next few weeks, but dont comment on it. It makes him self-conscious.

Once the game ended, MGrash finally figured out that he should grab on to something. He nearly pulled one of the floating rocks out of its spot when he hit it. Nothing but minor bruises for him, though. Hes tougher than a bag of rocks and nearly as smart.

And Guillermo?

Took six stabs from elf armour spikes and nearly bled to death, but I got to him in time. Hell be fine soon enough.

Now, how do you feel?

Dunk ran his hands over his body, taking inventory as he went. I feel fine, he finally said. Nothing damaged but my ego.

Dr. Pill nodded. Im afraid I dont have a potion powerful enough to help with that.

The door to the room opened, and Spinne and Slick came in. Dunk! Spinne said as she dashed over to the bed and took him in her arms. She held him for a long time without saying a word. Then she sat back and caressed his face as she spoke.

Thank Nuffle I couldnt watch you falling off that cliff while it happened, she said. I think my heart would have stopped dead.

Mine almost did, said Dunk. Im just glad those eagles were there.

Ive already filed a protest with the Colleges of Magics Dungeonbowl Steering Committee, Slick said. They shouldnt be able to do something like that to a professional player like you. Sure, it makes for great Cabalvision, but its hardly fair, is it?

I didnt realise Blood Bowl had to be fair, said Dr. Pill.

Lifes not fair, Slick said. We play games to make it better. We cant just abandon that whenever the mood suits us.

So will anything come of your complaint? Dunk asked.

Not a chance, said Slick, nothing directly, at least. It might make us look less pathetic to sympathetic members of the Grey Wizards sponsoring team, though, and that might mean getting invited back next year.

I dont know, Dunk said, shivering as images from sliding down the mountain flashed through his head. I could give it a miss, I think.

Bollocks! Slick said. Now, son, thats no way for a champion to talk.

Champions win games, Spinne said, holding Dunks hand. He could see the stitches on her upper arm. They looked clean and well matched, healing already. We lost.

But youll all live to play another day, Dr. Pill said. Thats more than most teams can manage, especially in Dungeonbowl. Thats how I lost my last job. I was working for the Moot Mighties when they lost every single player in just one game against the New Albion Patriots.

Dont the Mighties have a total loss at least three times a year? asked Slick.

This one was worse. Their coach and manager were killed too, along with about half the fans in the stands.

The Patriots did that? Dunk asked.

Dr. Pill shook his head. It was Free Spiked Ball Day for the first five hundred fans. It all went downhill from there.

Dunk winced. Then he looked to Slick. Whats the plan from here? he asked. Do we stick around for the final round of the tournament?

No, son, were heading home. Back to Bad Bay as soon as you and the others are fit to travel. He looked to Dr. Pill.

We can leave with the next tide, the apothecary said.

Any truth to the vicious rumour going around that well see Pegleg at the wheel of the Sea Chariot as we pull out into the bay? Spinne asked.

As many truths as you care to seek, Dr. Pill said with a mysterious grin.

Can you translate that for the less enlightened? Slick asked.

Yes.

Yes, you can translate or  oh, never mind!

I am hopeful that Captain Haken has overcome his irrational fear of water, Dr. Pill said. However, I must caution that the relief he experiences from this may cause him to experience an overwhelming sense of confidence that may not be entirely grounded in reality. We should take great care to keep watch over him to ensure that he does not overextend himself and expose the entire ship to danger.

Slick glared at the apothecary, Just in time for a long ocean voyage.

Come on, Slick. Weve made this same trip many times before, Dunk said. What could go wrong?

17

Jolly Roger off the port bow!

Dunk shaded his eyes to peer up at Guillermo in the crows nest, tipping back and forth high above the Sea Chariots main deck. The linemans arm stabbed off to the left of the ships nose. Dunk brought his head down in that direction and saw what Guillermo had spotted first from his higher vantage point: a ship sailing towards them from the horizon, a black flag flapping from its mast.

Dunk couldnt make out the flags design, but if Guillermo  who had a spyglass up there with him  said it bore a skull and crossbones, Dunk believed him.

Dunk climbed up to the bridge where Pegleg stood, squinting through his own spyglass at the oncoming ship. Cavre, who had the wheel, craned his neck to look back at the captain, waiting for his orders.

Are those really pirates, coach? Dunk asked.

Aye, they are, Mr. Hoffnung, Pegleg said. Try as he might, Dunk couldnt read the mans tone. Instead of fear, it bore something else. Anticipation?

Orders, captain? Cavre asked.

Steady as she goes, Mr. Cavre.

But captain, shell catch us for sure at this rate. Dunk checked the other horizon and saw that they werent far from Estalias western coast. A wide, sandy beach beckoned from that direction, and Dunk pointed towards it. If we hurry, we can reach dry land before they catch us. Then we might have a chance.

Pegleg brought down his spyglass, collapsed it, and stuffed it into one of the pockets of his long, green, velvet coat. He adjusted his bright yellow tricorn hat, which seemed to be mostly made of holes now. Im aware of where the shoreline is, Mr. Hoffnung. Steady as she goes.

With that, Pegleg limped off the bridge and disappeared into his cabin. Dunk stared after him, hardly noticing when Slick and Spinne climbed onto the bridge next to him.

Whats happening, son? Slick asked.

I dont know, Dunk said. He looked to Cavre, whose face carried a world of worry. Shouldnt we do something? That ship looks like it could eat the Sea Chariot alive.

The captain knows what hes doing, Cavre said.

Are you sure about that? Spinne asked. This is the first time any of us have seen him outside of his cabin anywhere but at dock or on dry land.

Dr. Pills treatment seems to have been effective, wouldnt you say?

Slick frowned. Are we certain that the treatment doesnt have any side-effects like, perhaps, insanity?

Cavre kept silent, his mouth a thin, grim line.

As the pirate ship grew closer, Dunk could make out some of its details. It was huge, twice the size of the Sea Chariot, and it had a row of oars sticking out from either side. These were held up from the water at the moment, but Dunk could see how they could be put into service at a moments notice.

When Dunk got a good look at the ships masthead, his stomach shrank into a tiny knot. It had been carved to resemble a bloody daemon with snakes for limbs and eyes. Dunk squinted at the crimson lettering just under that, running parallel with the rail. It read Seas of Hate.

We have to get out of here, Dunk said to Cavre. We have to outrun them or were all doomed.

I have my orders.

Dunk grabbed the wheel, testing Cavres grip on it. You cant follow those orders. The captains gone mad.

Do you hear that? Slick asked, a hand cupped to his ear, which hed cocked in the direction of the pirate ship. It sounds like hissing.

Look, Spinne said to Cavre, I understand your loyalty to Pegleg. Hes our captain and our coach, but now is the time to question those orders. Forcing himself out of the cabin has clearly unbalanced him. We need to turn tail and see if we can outrace that ship.

Cavre gave hard looks to all three of the others in turn. Then his shoulders slumped and he nodded gently. All right, he said. What do you propose we do? No one knows this ship better than Captain Haken. We need him and his support.

Well have to live without it, Spinne said.

This talk of mutiny made Dunk uncomfortable, but he couldnt see any other way around it. Unlike the others  except perhaps the now-haggard Cavre  he knew what hungered for them on that ship and what would happen to those who were captured. To risk meeting such daemons seemed to be insane.

Belay that, Mr. Cavre! The captain came stalking out of his cabin, shoving a wheeled rack of cannonballs before him. Mad or not, I have a plan. Well never outrun that ship. Once you see the Seas of Hate, your fate is sealed. Your only chance is to fight.

With what? Dunk called down at the ex-pirate. We may be a great Blood Bowl team, but half us of dont know how to handle a sword and even fewer have ever fought on a moving ship.

Pegleg doffed his tricorn hat, exposing his long, black curls to the sun. With a wink and a grin, he waved the hat at the rack of cannonballs squatting next to him. Why, with these, of course! You dont think Id jeopardise the safety of my team without a plan, do you?

Spinne gaped at the man. You did this on purpose?

Pegleg grinned. Suffice it to say, Miss Sch?nheit, that I knew that there was a significant chance that this particular ship full of daemonic pirates might take a stab at procuring for themselves the substantial reward placed on Mr. Hoffnungs head.

Dunks eyes popped wide open. Hows that? I thought thats why we sailed out of Barak Varr under cover of night. You had us under strict orders not to tell anyone our schedule, our route, or our destination. How could they have found us?

They are daemons, Mr. Hoffnung. I suppose its not beyond them to use magic.

Slick peered down at the captain from over the bridges railing. But they didnt, did they?

Dunk stared at his agent, not understanding what the halfling meant to imply.

No, of course not, Pegleg said. They didnt have to. I told them.

Spinne gasped.

Dont be so shocked, Pegleg said. I did what I had to do to get those devils right where I want them. He rubbed his chin, bemused. Ill admit that I didnt expect to see them until we were closer to Bad Bay, but no matter. Im as happy to send them into the briny deep here as anywhere.

Dr. Pill told you to do this, Dunk said. Didnt he?

All part of the solution to my hydrophobia. In order to surmount your fears you must confront them, after all.

Or inflict them on others at least, said Slick.

The hissing from the other ship grew louder. Dunk peered out at it again and saw that the masthead had come to life. It looked as if someone had taken one of the snake-daemons Dunk could now see gathering on the foredeck, grown it to the size of MGrash, and then lashed it to the ships prow. The long snake-arms whipped before it in the wind, reaching out for the Sea Chariot.

Dunk had no doubt that when they finally found purchase on the ships deck the other daemons would use those arms as part of a boarding action. The Hackers would then find themselves fighting for their lives against a well-armed crew of daemons.

Images of the daemons crashing his engagement party flashed through his head. Dunk felt like he might vomit, but he clamped down on his stomach and went to go find his sword.

Where do you think youre going, Mr. Hoffnung? Pegleg reached out with his hook and snagged Dunk by the sleeve as he tried to walk past.

To get my blade. Im not going down without a fight.

Pegleg shook his head. That wont be necessary.

Dunk glanced back at the onrushing Seas of Hate. I think they might disagree with you.

Pegleg tapped one of the cannonballs with his hook. They were covered with strange runes arranged in odd patterns. Each of them seemed to have three thick holes bored into one side.

With these enchanted cannonballs on our side, Mr. Hoffnung, we have the advantage.

The captains calm demeanour irritated Dunk. Seeing the creatures that had killed his father and tortured him for so long  badly enough that hed chewed off his own hand and lost his leg in the escape  how could he be so placid?

You forgot one thing, coach, Dunk said, panic creeping into his voice. We dont have a cannon on board!

Ah, Pegleg said, holding up his hook, but we dont need one. He glanced up over Dunks shoulder. Ready? he asked.

Ready, coach, said MGrash.

Dunk turned and gaped at the ogre. MGrash grinned down at Dunk as he cracked his knuckles. Did Pegleg think that the ogre could take on an entire ship full of daemons with nothing but his bare hands?

Fire at will, Pegleg said. The captain took Dunk by the elbow and steered him to the gunwale facing the Seas of Hate, close to the stairs leading up to the bridge and out of MGrashs way.

The ogre reached down and hefted one of the cannonballs in his hands. Then he stuck his two middle fingers and his thumb into the three holes drilled in the ball of enchanted, cold iron. This left his other two fingers splayed out along the surface of the ball, where they fit perfectly along the symbols engraved there.

See the formation of the hand, Mr. Hoffnung? Some call a hand held like that a mark of Chaos. Its an integral part of the activation of the balls magic.

Dunk just stood there stunned. He couldnt believe what he was seeing.

MGrash stretched his arms out above him, the cannonball perched in his monstrous mitt. Dunk couldnt recall ever seeing such concentration on the ogres face. It made him seem more dangerous than ever.

MGrash took a huge stride forward and swung the ball down and back behind him as he did. The players crouching behind the ogre on the other side of the ship, watching the scene play out, suddenly scattered, fearful that the ball might come back at them.

Then MGrash took another smooth stride towards the Seas of Hate. As he did, he swung his mighty arm forward and released the cannonball.

The massive piece of iron sailed into the air, arcing like a rainbow. As it went, it fizzled and hissed as if angered  noas if hungry.

The snake-daemons on the Seas of Hate all watched the cannonball in unison. Theyd been laughing at the ogre and the others in the Sea Chariot up until then, contributing to a mad symphony of hisses. Now, they fell silent as they stared at the missile of cold iron coming straight towards them.

The ball landed in the middle of the foredeck. Dunk had expected it to bounce or maybe roll a bit, perhaps to knock some of the daemons into the sea. Instead, it smashed right through the decking, tearing through it as if it were little more than paper.

Dunk wondered for a moment just how far down the ball might go. Where would it stop? Then a geyser of seawater gushed up through the hole it had created.

Pegleg cackled with glee as the snake-daemons scrambled about the deck, looking desperately for some way to seal the hole. Then a second ball crashed down among them. This one caught a snake-daemon square in the back as it fell, and it dragged the creature down into the new hole it made before it could even hiss in protest.

A third ball smashed down a moment later, and the ships nose started to tilt forward as she took on water. The snake-daemons started leaping over the ships rail and paddling for the shore. Unfortunately for them, the snakes didnt make particularly good swimmers, and they made poor progress against the outgoing tide.

The monstrous masthead on the Seas of Hate let loose a horrendous hiss as it reached for the Sea Chariot. The vipers head on one of its arms smashed down in front of Dunk and Pegleg, sinking its fangs into the gunwales wood. Pegleg pulled Dunk back from the railing and turned him to watch MGrashs response.

The ogre wrapped his hands around the cannonball this time and stood sideways to the Seas of Hate. Then he kicked up his front leg as he brought the ball over his head. He transferred the cannonball into one hand as he thrust his front leg forward. Dunk could see the ball glowing white in an outline around his hand.

MGrash hurled the cannonball forward with all his might, and it left his hand as if fired from a real cannon. It shot straight towards the living masthead and smashed into its chest. Then it exploded in a blast of noise, heat, and light.

Bits of the snake-daemon masthead went everywhere. Some of them landed on the deck next to Dunk. He kicked one with his foot and saw that it was nothing more than splinters of badly scorched wood.

The rest of the snake-daemons gaped in astonishment at the large hole where their masthead had once been. The only thing left was the one snake arm still attached to the Sea Chariot. It held on to where the shoulder had been on the Seas of Hate, stretched taut almost to the point of snapping.

The snake-daemons pitched themselves over the side of the ship and swam desperately for the shore. Some of them tried to climb up onto the Sea Chariot, but a well-aimed crossbow bolt through the cranium of the first two or three put their ambitions to rest. Dunk glanced back and saw Cavre grin at him from the back railing of the bridge as he loaded his crossbow once more.

Over the hissing of the creatures in the water, Dunk heard a chorus of pathetic wails rise up. At first, he couldnt tell from where they came. Then he figured it out.

The prisoners! Dunk grabbed Pegleg by the shoulders. The people rowing that ship, theyre all chained to it. Theyll go down with it!

Pegleg grimaced. They would have all died under those daemons tender mercies anyhow. Its a small price to pay to rid the seas of the taint of those bastards.

Dunk cursed. He couldnt just let all those people die. He stared over at the Sea of Hate, and then did the only thing he could think of. He leapt upon the mastheads remaining arm.

18

Now that the masthead lived no more, the arm had become a plank of well carved wood. With the ships nose already starting to sink, Dunk could slide down the plank, right to the deck of the Seas of Hateand he did.

Once Dunk reached the ship, he pulled himself up over the gunwale and onto the main deck. There, in the open hold below, he saw a few dozen bruised and battered men straining desperately against their shackles. None had managed to free themselves yet.

The keys! Dunk shouted down at the prisoners. Where are the keys?

A few of the slaves stood up and pointed at the rhythm-keepers drum at the edge of the deck overlooking the hold. Dunk dashed over to it and found a single rusty key hanging from a vicious hook. He snatched it up and dived into the hold below.

Insane with panic, the water already sloshing around their ankles, the men grabbed at Dunk and tried to take the key from him. After he smashed the first few attempts down with his free fist, they held up their iron-cuffed wrists instead and pleaded with him to let them go.

Dunk worked that key into every lock he could find. In, twist, out. In, twist, out. In, twist, out.

A few of the freed muttered their thanks to the thrower, but most scrambled free and dived over the gunwale without a word. Dunk could hardly blame them. The water was rising fast.

Just as Dunk reached the final row of oarsmen, something in the front of the ship gave way, and the sea came rushing into the hold. In, twist, out. In, twist, out. In, twist, out.

Dunk thought he just might make it, but the last prisoner refused to show Dunk his shackles. Instead, he snarled at the thrower and tried to bite him. Dunk considered knocking the man out and then freeing him, but the hold chose that moment to slip beneath the waves.

The water hit Dunk in the back and shoved him up and free. He reached for the shackled madman, but his grip slipped away. As he bobbed on the surface for an instant, he looked down and saw the man struggling with his irons, the air bubbling from his lungs.

Dunk grabbed a good breath and then dived down towards the man. He wasnt going to let this poor soul drown if he could help it. The more people he could rescue from daemons of any kind, the better, and if he had to risk his own life to do it, then so be it.

When Dunk reached the man, his impending death by drowning seemed to have washed his madness away. He presented his shackles and waited for Dunk to work the key into the lock.

Once the man was free, he kicked away towards the surface. Dunk made to follow him, but found that the sleeve of his shirt had caught on the mans irons. Before he could separate himself, one of the last escapees desperate kicks caught Dunk in the side of the head.

Stunned, Dunk hung there in the water for a moment. As his head started to clear, he heard a loud, horrible creaking noise, and the irons dragged him deeper into the water. The entire ship was going down.

Dunk wanted to curse, but he saved his breath, as he had precious little of it left. He tried to tear himself away from the irons again, but with his feet now dragging along above him he couldnt find the leverage.

The world around Dunk began to spin and close in around the edges, and he felt his consciousness leaving him. Looking up through the water, he saw the sunlight above getting further and further away. Then something huge splashed into the water next to him, knocking the last of the air out of his lungs.

Dunk thought for sure that he was dead. Then he felt his sleeve tear loose from his shirt at the shoulder, and a strong hand yanked him up towards the light.

The next thing Dunk knew he was flat on his back, stretched out on MGrashs torso, with Spinne shoving on his chest and belly, forcing the water from him. He sat up, coughing and spluttering, choking fresh air back into his lungs. For a moment, he didnt know where he was. Then he saw that MGrash was lying in the open sea, floating on his back to give Spinne a surface to work on Dunk.

Thanks, Dunk croaked, both at MGrash and Spinne. A cheer went up from the deck of the Sea Chariot and from the newly freed men swimming around them in the water.

Spinne pulled Dunk to her and held him tight. Although hed nearly drowned, she was the one who was shivering.

Youre the bravest, most amazing man Ive ever known, she whispered in his ear. And if you ever do something like that again, Ill kill you myself.

The rest of the trip to Bad Bay wasnt nearly so eventful. Pegleg ordered the freed slaves to be brought onto the ship, and the Hackers deposited them safely in Valhallaholic, a resort town founded by the Estalians to cater to the frequent Norscan raiding parties that always seemed to wander a bit off track after spending too much time pillaging. The ex-prisoners treated Dunk like a conquering hero the entire time they were on the ship, and many of them wept for him when they had to leave.

Once the Hackers arrived at Valhallaholic, Pegleg declared an evening of shore leave for them all. They swarmed into the port town, right behind the refugees.

I need a drink, Slick said as he, Spinne, and Dunk strolled into the town. MGrash had stayed behind with Pegleg to guard the ship. Now over his fear of water, Pegleg seemed never to want to leave the Sea Chariot again. In fact, hed threatened to hold practices on the main deck  or at least on a beach right next to the boat so he could call out instructions from the crows nest during scrimmages.

I think we all do, Spinne said, holding Dunks arm. Ever since she and MGrash had pulled him from the sinking Seas of Death, shed clung to his side. Dunk knew hed scared her badly  hed scared himself  but he didnt see what he could do to make it up to her. Perhaps an evening hanging out in a tavern over a few cold drinks would be the best thing for everyone.

Wait, Dunk said, as he scanned the street, looking for a sign of a welcoming inn. Is that who I think it is?

Someone who looked exactly like Gunther the Gobbo had poked his nose out from between two buildings and was peering up and down the street.

Is that the Gobbo? Spinne asked, squinting at the figure standing half in the shadows.

It couldnt be, said Slick. What would he be doing here?

Then the figure turned towards the trio and spotted them. Even from this far away, Dunk could see Gunther go white. Then he turned and scurried back down the alley from which hed come.

Dunk took off at a sprint, chasing after the figure. Hold it! he shouted after the Gobbo as he finally reached the mouth of the blind alley. Two doors let out into it. Both of them must have been locked, as Gunther was hanging from the latch of one of them, trying to open it with all of his might.

Hello, Gunther, Dunk said as Spinne came pounding into the alley behind him. He could hear Slicks tiny feet padding slowly after her as well.

The clammy-faced bookie let go of the locked doors latch and turned to show Dunk what he probably thought was his best, crooked-toothed grin. Hey there, kid. What brings you to this backwater hole?

Dunk squinted at Gunther. Something tells me you already know.

The greasy bookie laughed nervously. No, he said in false surprise. Dont tell me that I somehow stumbled upon the Hackers new secret training camp.

Spinne snorted. Try again, she said with a growl.

Did Pegleg decide to treat the whole team to a holiday here? You really should try the mead and the mulled wine. Theyre excellent.

Slick entered the alley, sweating and puffing for breath. It is you, he said, you petty little bastard. You sold us out to those pirates.

Hey, I dont know what youre talking about, Gunther said, holding his hands up. His beady eyes darted all over the place, trying to spot some way out of this. If a bunch of daemons happen to find you out in the middle of the ocean and attack you, how am I supposed to be responsible for that?

Who said they were daemons? asked Dunk.

Gunther froze. Its, um, a figure of speech? he said weakly.

Dunk and Spinne stalked towards the Gobbo, with Slick bringing up the rear.

Ill scream, Gunther said. They dont look kindly on killers in this town.

How about scum who cut deals with daemons? asked Dunk. Wed be happy to explain everything.

If youre lucky, theyll just kill you on the spot, said Spinne. I hear the Norscans like to spit-roast anyone caught trafficking with such creatures.

Thats a nasty way to die, Slick said. Takes forever, I hear. On a windy day like this, out near the sea, theres no chance that youll choke on the smoke before the fire reaches you. Your legs will probably burn to a crisp before the fire reaches your vitals.

Ill bet theyd hear you screaming in Altdorf, said Dunk.

All right! Gunther said, nearly sobbing, his eyes wide in terror. I did it. I did it. He looked up at them as he started to whimper. What are you going to do with me?

*

That was you? Gunther said to Pegleg as he clapped his warty hand over his pimply forehead. The bookie sat on the deck of the Sea Chariot, too stunned to get back on his feet. I had no idea.

You werent supposed to.

But you were dressed up as a Chaos All-Stars fan, all in leather and spikes  and with a chainsaw in place of your hook! Gunther gaped at the coach, and Dunk, MGrash, Spinne, and Slick each took a half step away from the ex-pirate.

Its called a disguise, Mr. Gobbo. Its not very effective if you can see right through it.

But-but-but

 Gunther just couldnt wrap his head around something. Why? Why would you sell out your whole team  including yourself  to me?

All part of a personal self-improvement project, Pegleg said with a smile.

What?

Dunk shook his head. You came here expecting to get some evidence of my death, didnt you?

Hey, you cant prove that.

Dunk leaned over, almost putting his nose in Gunthers face. This isnt a court of law. I dont need proof. I know what you did. I just want to know why?

He asked me to! Gunther said, stabbing a fat finger at Pegleg.

So?

He told me that Id get a share of the reward on your head. Gunther glared at Pegleg. You lied to me.

And you set up a deal with a boat of daemons to kill a couple of dozen people, Slick said.

Gunther shut his trap and swallowed hard. What are you going to do with me?

Nothing, Pegleg said.

Nothing? everyone else in the room said.

The captain grinned. Why would we want to do anything to harm the Hackers newest employee?

Dunk rubbed his eyes. Everything about this confused him.

Thats right, Pegleg said, leaning over the Gobbo. You work for me now. Secretly and off the books.

But Im a bookie, not a Blood Bowl player! I dont have the ability or the skills. And I bleed easily.

MGrash nodded at that. He sure does.

Youre not our latest player, Pegleg said. Youre our first scout.

No way, Gunther said. Uh-uh. No way, no how, no time. He folded his arms across his chest as if that settled the matter.

You act as if you had a choice in the matter, Pegleg said. Theres a reason I chose you to act as my go-between with the daemons, you know. After your work with the Black Jerseys went public, youve been in shallow waters. Do you think anyone would do business with you ever again if they knew youd tried to wipe out an entire Blood Bowl champion-calibre team with the help of your daemon friends?

Hey, Gunther said, they got over me fixing games, didnt they?

On some level, people admired that. It took smarts, organisation, and a bit of vision to pull that off. Trucking with daemons, that just takes a complete lack of morals or ethics.

Gunther sighed deeply, and looked Pegleg in the eyes. All right, he said. I work for you.

Dunk stared at the Gobbo and then at Pegleg. You planned this from the start, didnt you coach? he asked.

The ex-pirate just smiled. You win games by concocting a plan and then executing it to the letter. We hit this plan perfectly.

So we just let him go now?

Pegleg nodded. Hes agreed to work for us, but in secret. The less hes seen with us, the better.

Ill be leaving right now then, Gunther said. Ill send my reports to you in Bad Bay.

Dunk reached out and put a hand on Gunthers shoulder. I have one last question for you, he said. That night that Zauberer put that price on my head, how did you know where to find me? Youre no friend of Sparkys.

Did he tell you that? He would. Just because he owes me a little money, he goes and disowns me like that.

Dunk just glared at the bookie.

All right, Gunther said. It was Zauberer. He told me where to find you.

Dunk couldnt believe it. Why would he do that? he asked. That was right after he put that price on my head.

He said it had something to do with forcing you into the hands of your enemies, forcing you to trust people who would later betray you. The bookie shot Pegleg a dirty look. I suppose youd know something about that.

The ex-pirate smiled down at Gunther. Just admit you were well played and move on, he said.

So youve been in contact with Zauberer? Dunk asked.

Gunther started to nod, and then shook his head. Oh, no, he said. Its one thing to act as your team scout and pass you information. Its something else entirely to ask me to cross a wizard like that. I wont do it. Hed kill me in a heartbeat.

What makes you think we wont?

Gunther snorted. Ive seen you play, kid. You dont have that instinct.

What about MGrash? Dunk asked. The ogre made a good show of cracking his knuckles.

Dont, kid, Gunther said, his voice quavering. Just dont.

Dunk frowned. I still dont get it though. How did Zauberer know where to find me? And how did he know about the tunnel coming out of the Bad Water?

Who knows, Gunther said with a shrug. Wizards work in mysterious ways.

You could say the same about Blood Bowl coaches.

19

When the Hackers finally made it back to Bad Bay, tucking into a natural harbour on the Empires north shore, overlooking the Sea of Claws, they headed straight for the room they shared at the FIB Tavern. Although the place had been named for an obscene variety of Imperial Bastard  a shot at the occasional visitors from Altdorf who sometimes vacationed there  the staff had always treated Dunk like family, and Spinne had come to enjoy the place too. They could have taken a suite in the Hacker Hotel, the poshest place for miles around, but since they spent so little time there Dunk preferred to remain with people hed come to trust.

The winter snows had come to the place, and the sky had turned its seasonal steel grey. When Dunk and Spinne barged into the tavern, the only thing on his mind was a hot drink and a warm bed that he hoped to not have to get out of for a week. Instead, they found company waiting for them: Dirk and L?stiges.

You took your damned time getting here, Dirk said as he gave his brother and then Spinne a hug. I thought we might have to send out a search party.

We had a bit of a delay near Valhallaholic, Spinne said. Once we got through that, it was smooth sailing.

Spending time in a tourist trap while theres a price on your head? L?stiges said to Dunk. That has a certain kind of mad style to it.

I thought you debunked that on Cabalvision, Dunk said.

To the public, sure, but we all know that what you hear on Cabalvision isnt often even a close cousin to the truth.

Dunk couldnt help but grin at Dirk as the quartet took a private table in the back corner of the main room, far from anyone else in the place. The people of Bad Bay were used to seeing the Hackers around and had long since become impervious to their fame. They gave the four a wide berth out of respect for them and the kind of money the Hackers brought into town on a regular basis.

Im just glad to see you alive and well, Dunk said to his brother. You look good. Not playing Blood Bowl agrees with you.

Its just the lack of cuts, bruises, and other injuries, Dirk said. Youd be surprised what that can do for your outlook on life. For the first time in years, I dont hurt every time I move.

So, Spinne said once theyd signalled for a round of beers  Hacker High Life, of coursewhat are you two doing here?

Its a crime to want to see my brother? Dirk asked, taking mock offence.

Traditionally, its not been high on your list, Dunk said with a wry smile.

Dirks turned over a new leaf, L?stiges said. Familys important to him these days.

Dunk frowned as he nodded. She told you about Father.

Dirk nodded too. I cant believe the old bastards still alive. L?stiges told me about your meeting with him in the House of Booze. Ive been doing some poking around about him and the Guterfiends since I left the game. Its one hell of a twisted tale.

Tell me about it, said Dunk. As Dirk laughed, Dunk repeated himself. No, seriously, tell me about it.

All right, Dirk said, as their drinks arrived. He hoisted his tankard for a toast. To the Hoffnung brothers, no matter what their names may be now. May their blood always run thick.

Dunk grinned. Youre just trying to put off having to tell me what you know.

Not so, Dirk said. He took a large swing of his beer, leaned forward with his elbow on the table and began to talk in a conspiratorial tone. I just want to make sure youre ready to hear it.

I checked in to what Father told you. It seems like most of its true.

Whats not?

Well, there seems to be some disagreement among some of the people who were there about how Mother and Kirta died.

I always thought the angry mob got them.

Sure, Dirk nodded, that theory makes some sense, but I tracked down one person in Altdorf whod been a part of that mob. He says that Mother and Kirta were already dead when they opened the door.

Dunk frowned. That doesnt make much sense. Who inside the keep would want to kill them? You dont think Father had something to do with it?

Dirk shrugged. Its possible. Maybe he wanted to make a last-second attempt to keep his daemon lords satisfied with his performance. Or maybe he wanted to cheat them of the chance to kill Mother and Kirta and banish their souls to the Realm of Chaos.

But he didnt kill me.

Maybe he didnt care so much about your soul.

It doesnt add up, Spinne said. Why kill them if the mob was about to do that anyhow?

Who knows if they would have? asked L?stiges. Maybe they knew something dangerous, something that Dunk wasnt aware of.

Dunk shook his head. I just dont believe it. Father got into trouble with Khorne for refusing him the souls of his children. That included Kirta. If Father loved us enough to squabble with the Blood God over us, I dont think hed kill any of us the first time things looked bad. You dont defy Khorne without bringing down misery on yourself, after all. He narrowed his eyes at Dirk. What else do you have?

I went to Altdorf and spoke with Chiara.

The head maid? Dunk was impressed. Chiara had never cared much for him, but shed doted on Dirk all his life  up until hed run away from home. After that point, shed refused to even speak his name, referring to him as that other boy.

She wasnt happy to see me at first, but I soon had her eating out of my hand. She didnt want to talk about our family at all when I arrived. Better to let the dead stay dead, she said.

Eventually she confessed that Fathers bargaining with Khorne was an open secret among the keeps senior staff. Theres only so much you can do to hide the pentagrams and other things you need to communicate with gods in their far-off realms, after all.

Some of the staff just ignored it. Lehrer, for instance, never paid it any mind. He only cared that the people who were supposed to dole out his pay actually did. He didnt care how they came up with it in the first place.

Ever the practical soul, Dunk said.

So what happened? Spinne asked. Dunk wasnt sure why she felt the need to prod the conversation along, but she clearly wanted to hear everything Dirk had to say  and fast. Why did your father turn against Khorne?

It seems that his deal with the Blood God stated that Khorne got the souls of his children as well as his own. You cant just sign away someone elses soul though. They have to be given freely. However, Father had promised he could make that happen as part of his own bargain.

He had until the day one of his children became betrothed.

Dunks breath froze in his chest.

At that point, it seems that the child would be considered to be an adult. After all, if you can pledge yourself forever to a mate, you can certainly do the same for a daemon lord.

But Father never mentioned any of this to me, Dunk said. Ever.

And what would you have done if he did? Spinne asked. Would you have sold your soul to Khorne to keep your familys fortunes safe?

Dunk considered this for a moment. My first instinct is to say, No, of course not. However, if it would have saved my mother and sister, I dont know. At the least, Id have known what was coming our way. I could have helped him fight against it.

Youd have been killed as well, Spinne said, placing her hands on his arm.

We could have run away and kept everyone safe. Or I could just as easily not got engaged. It was an arranged marriage, for the love of life. Father arranged it himself.

Dirk frowned. Could be he never thought Khorne would try to hold him to the letter of his agreement. Or maybe he thought he could convince Khorne that an alliance with the Brechers would be more valuable than just handing you over. Either way, it seems he meant to protect you from what he was doing.

Dunk glared at Dirk. Did you know what he was doing? I mean, you had all those fights with him, and then you left home without ever telling me why. I thought you two just kept butting heads because you were too alike, but  did you learn something you shouldnt have known?

Do you have to ask me that?

At this point, I think so. So?

Dirk screwed up his face for a moment. Yes, he said. I stumbled into Fathers den once while he was speaking with a daemon.

Was it Khorne? L?stiges asked, suddenly all ears. It seemed Dirk hadnt shared this with anyone else before.

What did you do? Dunk asked.

Dirk looked away. I  I turned around and left before he could see me. The daemon saw me though. He looked straight at me through the crack in the door that Id peered through. He caught me with those glowing red eyes, like a fly in amber. For a moment, I couldnt move out of sheer terror that I might send the daemon into a rage. It took everything I had just to shut the door and run away as if I had a horde of daemons on my heels.

Did you ever talk with Father about it?

Dirk shook his head. But it came between us anyway. I wanted to demand an explanation from him, but I couldnt conceive of anything he could say that could possibly justify what he was doing  and I hated him for it.

I finally did say something about it, but not until the night I left the keep for good. I told him not to come after me, or Id let Mother and the rest of the world know about his sins.

He told me hed had to disown you.

Dirk smirked. It came down to the same thing. Neither of us wanted to have anything to do with each other, and we both got our wish.

Dunk stared at his younger brother. Why didnt you tell me any of this back then?

So you could let your guilt over your complicity in Fathers plots tear you apart too? No thanks. It was bad enough I had to deal with it. I couldnt drag you into it too.

Dirk took a long drink of his beer, polishing off the last of what was in his tankard. When he finished, Dunk could still see the hurt hanging in his brothers eyes. Dunk reached across the table and shook Dirks hand. Thanks, he said. I wish you hadnt done it  but thanks.

Youre welcome, Dirk said in a dry tone. Anyway, according to Chiara, my leaving the keep seemed to be the turning point for Father. I think thats when he realised what hed be missing if he kept to his deal with Khorne.

You think as highly of yourself as ever, Spinne said.

Dirk ignored her and kept his focus on Dunk. Thats why when everything went wrong on your wedding day, he was ready for it.

Ready? said Dunk. Mother and Kirta were killed, and we had to run for the hills.

More ready than he would have been. Honestly, when I heard what had happened that day  weeks after the fact  I was shocked. I thought for sure hed be better prepared than that. I  well, I thought you were all dead, of course.

Dirk lowered his head and took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. I mourned for you all, but  through that  the one thought I held on to was that if it had happened then at least Father had finally stood up to the daemons and gone back to being his own man.

Dunk hadnt thought of it that way. He hadnt understood much of what had happened, and hed blamed himself for it for a long time. Hed thought that he must have done something to bring the wrath of all those daemons down on the night of his engagement party.

Now, although he hated what his father had done, he could respect how hed refused to sell out his family in the end, no matter what it might cost him. And it had cost him everything he had.

Dunk raised his tankard for a toast, and Dirk joined in. Heres to him, Dunk said. That was enough.

What about the Guterfiends? asked Spinne, pulling her hands back to herself. Who are they, and how did they end up in your keep?

We couldnt find out too much about them, said L?stiges. It seems they were a middle-class family of travelling merchants, supposedly hailing from Nuln, although I couldnt confirm that.

As for their rise to power, it looks like they were just in the right place at the right time. The day after the Hoffnung keep was nearly burned down, the Guterfiends were there laying claim to the place. They paid off the right people and secured the deeds to all of the Hoffnung holdings, and they moved in soon after. A few months later, it was like nothing had ever happened, except the name over the gate had changed.

Of course, they could only purchase these things because everyone in the Empire thought that the Hoffnungs were all dead, their line extinguished. In such cases, the property goes to the Empire, and the bureaucrats there were only too happy to sell the Hoffnung estate in one large block to the Guterfiends for a monstrous lump sum. If the gold they paid with smelled a bit like brimstone, no one seemed to notice or care.

What about Dirk? Dunk asked. He may have changed his last name to Heldmann, but his real identity was an open secret.

Father disowned me, remember? Dirk said. It may have come after Id removed myself from the family, but it meant I had no legal claim to the property as far as Imperial law was concerned.

So when I started playing Blood Bowl



The Guterfiends arent fans of the sport, L?stiges said, but they heard soon enough that youd come back. They feared you might come forth to claim your inheritance and strip them of everything theyd paid so much for.

Thats why they put up the money for Zauberers ludicrous reward, Spinne said. But where would they get that much money?

Gold isnt anything to a Lord of Chaos, assuming Khornes backing the Guterfiends like he did Father, Dirk said. Of course, its easier to kill those who come to claim the reward than to pay them a million crowns, so I wouldnt count that out either.

Spinne started to speak, but she choked on her words. Dunk reached out his hands to her, but she pushed them away. You need to quit the Hackers, she said, her voice low and raw. You need to leave Blood Bowl behind and get as far away from the Empire as you can.

Dunk stared at her, trying to understand her distress. Hey, now. People try to kill me all the time. Its part of my job.

Orcs, elves, ogres, sure, she said, but not people like this. These Guterfiends have real power, and youre a direct threat to that power. Theyll do anything they think they must to make sure youre dead.

Dunk reached out to caress Spinnes flushed cheek, but she pulled away. Ill be fine, he said. We can handle this.

We cant. Spinne said. Her chin dropped to her chest. I cant.

Dunk started to ask what she meant, but decided to keep his mouth shut. He knew.

Spinne sat there for a moment, no one saying anything. When she looked back up, her eyes were red and wet. Were talking about people who have as much gold as the Emperor. Who have Khorne  the bloody Blood God  backing them.

Were just people. Sure, we play Blood Bowl in front of hundreds of thousands, and we make a good living at it, but its just a job. Its not worth death and eternal damnation.

Dirk stared at Spinne. Ive known you for years, he said. Ive never heard you talk like this. We defy death during every game. Whats so different about this?

Spinne ignored Dirk and L?stiges and gazed into Dunks eyes instead. I never cared much about living before. Then she frowned and wiped her eyes. Besides, were not talking about my life here. Its Dunks life and his soul. And yours too, damn it. Just because the Empire doesnt see you as an heir to your father  who deserves to burn for all time  doesnt mean Khorne has given up his claim on you.

Dunk peered into Spinnes eyes. I cant walk away from this, he said.

Then run!

I have to see this through.

I know you do, Spinne said as she stood up to leave, but I dont. She reached down and gave Dunk one last, passionate kiss. Then she walked out the taverns door.

Just before Spinne shut the door behind her, she turned back and said, I cant watch you do this. Tell Pegleg I quit.

20

Welcome to Spike Stadium here in beautiful downtown Praag for the something-or-other annual Chaos Cup Tournament! Bobs voice said, ringing out over the snow-covered field. Wed tell you how many years its been, but no one knows. Thats Chaos for you!

You said it, Bob! said Jim. If you want to see some Chaos around here, look no further than the Hackers. Theyve lost ten players since their appearance in the Dungeonbowl Tournament  including star standout Spinne Sch?nheit.

Still, they had the guts to accept Da Deff Skwads invitation to play here in the first round of the Chaos Cup. How many teams would be that stupid?I mean, desperate?I mean, brave?

Whos the brave team here, Bob? With the edict against harming Hoffnung still hanging over his head, whos going to be crazy enough to try to tackle him?

The crowds roar started out low and built to a deafening crescendo as the wall-sized orcs who made up Da Deff Skwad prepared to kick off.

Well, Jim, I think were about to find out!

Dunk rubbed his hands together for warmth, and cursed the cold. To get to Praag from Bad Bay in time for the tournament, the Hackers had been forced to make a mad dash, both by land and by sea. They hadnt had any time to pick up warm underclothes for their armour, and when they got to Praag they found that the other teams had cleaned out what stock there was in the city. The Evil Gits, for instance, had bought ten sets of warm underclothes for each of their players  far more than they needed  and then burned them in the courtyard of their hotel for their first pre-game rally.

Dont worry about the cold, Dr. Pill had said to the Hackers in their locker room before the game. The cold is your friend. It helps to deaden the pain from all the injuries youre going to sustain. It slows the loss of blood too.

These thoughts comforted Dunk little as he stamped his feet on the snow-covered Astrogranite, trying to beat some sensation back into his toes. He almost hoped that he would get hurt early in the game. At least then he could spend the rest of the day in the heated confines of the Hackers locker room.

Dunk looked up into the snow-filled sky, felt the falling flakes melting on his exposed skin, and shivered. Then the ball arced down at him out of the ice-grey, and the game was on.

Looks like Da Deff Skwad arent shy at all, Jim said. They kicked the ball straight at Hoffnung!

Well, said L?stiges voice, according to their coach, Yeevil Gutsnatcher, their stated goal is to take out Hoffnung fast and demoralise the rest of the Hackers. Once they see that Da Deff Skwads monsters can dismember whoever they like, it may make the surviving Hackers shy of the ball  not to mention their opponents!

The ball cascaded out of the sky and into Dunks waiting arms, and he took off running. If a bunch of illiterate orcs wanted to tear him limb from limb, they were going to have to work for it.

Dunk zigged to the left, zagged right, and angled for the sideline. MGrash and Edgar put up a wall between him and the onrushing orcs, but it wasnt enough. The cold made the treeman sluggish, and a speedy pair of goblins snaked around his trunk to sprint right for the Hackers thrower.

Dunk cocked back his arm and looked for a catcher downfield. He would have been thrilled to see Spinne waving her arms at him right then, but he hadnt seen her since that night in the FIB Tavern. Most of the rookies had seen her departure as a bad omen, and had left the team soon after.

The new recruits were so green that Edgar took to calling them shoots. Eager as kids on the last day of school, they worked hard, but none of them had the level of skill gained only by being blooded on the Astrogranite. Today, theyd pick up those skills, or die.

But none of them were open.

Then Dunk spotted Cavre breaking free from an orc lineman hed left clutching a broken nose. Just as the two goblins came at him, Dunk loosed the ball at the blitzer and watched it sail through the air.

He never saw it come down, though, as the goblins hit him hard. They wrapped their arms around his legs and brought him down. One of them sunk his teeth into Dunks thigh and only became dislodged when Dunk used the other goblins head to club him away.

Even then, the two creatures kept coming at Dunk. Harming a player who didnt have the ball was a flagrant foul  one that would get the goblins kicked out of the game. But as Pegleg often said, Its only a foul if the ref catches it, and if hes been paid to look the other way, that wont happen.

Still on his back, Dunk couldnt find the leverage he needed to throw the rabid pair of goblins off him. They kept tearing at him with tooth and claw, trying to find the soft parts under his armour or the skin exposed to the bitter-cold air. If the thrower didnt do something to stop them soon, theyd succeed  mortally.

Then the goblins disappeared, and MGrash stood over Dunk, holding out his hand to help his friend up. Dunkel okay? the ogre asked, concerned. His frown changed to a grin as Dunk leapt to his feet.

Thanks, big guy, Dunk said as he scanned the field, searching for where the twinned goblins might have landed. They werent the kind to give up. He knew theyd be back.

Then black lightning cracked down from the sky, and two smoking holes appeared only yards away. The ashes in them swirled around in the flash-melted snow, forming a boiling, grey paste in which pieces of spiked armour smouldered.

Wow, Jim said. I havent seen anything like that since, well, ever!

Did you notice how that bolt split into two as it neared the field? You hardly ever see skill like that in a wizard. Most are perfectly happy to use two bolts when one will do, but thats the sign of a true craftsman, someone who takes real pride in his killings!

Lets see that in slow motion!

Dunk looked up at the Jumboball framed under a gothic arch at the end of the ancient field and watched the two goblins smacking each other a high five before moving to attack him again. As they turned towards him, a single bolt of black energy slipped out of the sky. Then it split into two and arced into the helpless creatures, lancing through them and turning their flesh to ash.

Dunk just stood there on the field, stunned. To think that he had such powerful protection humbled him, and he wondered if Spinne had been right all along. After all, it wouldnt take much for Zauberer to turn such power on him. If that happened, what hope would Dunk have?

Then Dunk noticed a Deff Skwad troll racing down the field at him, dragging a rookie Hacker from each of his legs as it charged for the end zone. Dunk had almost forgotten he was still playing a game. He sprinted towards the troll, angling to get between the creature and the goal line.

When the troll spotted Dunk, it skidded to a halt, sliding several yards on the snow-slick field. The skid sent the troll straight towards Dunk, and the thrower braced himself for the impact from the tackle he planned to throw at the creature. But before he could launch himself at the troll, the creature flipped the ball into the air, straight at Dunk.

Surprised, Dunk did the only thing he could think of. He stood up straight and caught the ball. He snapped his head left and right to see who might be coming at him, but seeing no one he pivoted on one cleated boot and sprinted towards his own end zone.

As Dunk ran down the field, he saw Da Deff Skwad players, not chasing towards him, but scurrying out of his way, terror shining in their eyes. Seconds later, he stood in the end zone, untouched.

Touchdown Hackers! Jim announced over the PA system.

Dunk thrust the ball up into the air in triumph, and the crowd went wild. The Hackers fans  a growing contingent at any game these days, all dressed in green and gold jerseys and replicas of Peglegs perforated, tricorn hat  loved the ease of the score, and even the orc rooters in the crowd had to admire the authority with which Dunk had scored.

Did you see that? said Bob. Not a finger laid on him. Amazing!

Of course no one with any sense of self-preservation wants to get anywhere near him, said Jim. At this point, I dont think his own teammates would be willing to slap him on the back!

Dunk just grinned as he trotted back down the field. He might not like having Zauberers threats hanging over him, but Blood Bowl was an odd game that seemed to change with every match. Hed take touchdowns any way he could get them.

When the Hackers kicked the ball off to Da Deff Skwad, Dunk ran right towards the ball. The orc who had it tossed it away in a hurried pass and then raced off in the other direction. Guillermo intercepted the throw and started to run it back. As he went, Dunk lined up next to him, ready to block anyone who might come their way.

No one did. Every player on Da Deff Skwad kept a respectful distance from Dunk, and Guillermo trotted into the end zone untouched.

Thanks! Guillermo said after he tossed the ball into the stands. Linemen dont get to score too often.

Whatever I can do to help, Dunk said, holding up his hand for a high five.

Guillermo avoided the extended hand with a sheepish grin. Ah! he said with a grin. You almost got me. With that, he jogged off to get back into his position.

Dunk frowned. Having his foes fear him was wonderful. He wondered if he could get Zauberer to threaten his life on a regular basis. But having his teammates  his friends  nervous around him made him uncomfortable; he relied on these people to be his support system, and if they couldnt rally around him when he needed them, who could?

Maybe they thought he didnt need them anymore. Maybe they had a point.

In the next play, the Hackers went for a squib kick, knocking the ball only a few yards forward in an effort to get it closer to Dunks hands. The kicker  another rookie, of course  gave it a bit too much leg, though, and the ball bounced up into the stands.

Losing the ball in the stands was a long-standing tradition in Blood Bowl. The fans loved it, as it made them feel like a bigger part of the game, and the players respected their fervour. More than one over-eager rookie going after the ball had been torn apart by a crazed mob of fans.

In Dunks first game, for instance, hed let one of the Reavers knock him into the stands while he celebrated his first touchdown. The fans had body-passed him up to the nosebleed seats and right over the stadiums top edge. Fortunately, a series of awnings had broken his fall, or he might have been killed. Unfortunately, hed fallen on the stand of a sausage-on-a-stick vendor whod beat him nine-tenths to death.

When the ball went into the stands, the smart players always waited for it to be kicked back out of the crowd. The game clock kept rolling while the fans had their fun. Blood Bowl had no out of bounds rule. The game only stopped for halftime or for scores.

This time, the fans tossed the ball straight back out at Dunk. As he caught it, they cheered, and he waved back at them with a smile.

Dunk walked all the way down the field and into the end zone. When he got to the goal line, he put the ball down for a moment so he could tie his shoe. One of Da Deff Skwad players reached for it, but the orc snatched his hand back as if burned when Dunk raised his head to glare at him.

When the Hackers set up to kick the ball again, Dunk could sense the crowd starting to get ugly  well, uglier than usual. Theyd paid good money to see a brawl of a match, and here they were watching a game in which no player had hit another for minutes. They wanted blood, and someone had denied them that.

Squib it again, Pegleg had ordered the kicker. Were going to stay on Mr. Hoffnungs free ride for as long as we can.

The crowd had started booing as soon as the Hackers lined up. That and the rocks, tankards, and other things they started to throw shook up the kicker. He booted the ball just a bit too hard again, and it ended up in the stands.

This time, the crowd refused to give the ball back. Instead, they held onto it, bouncing it back and forth among them like a beach ball.

The crowd roared with delight as they realised that they now controlled the match. They started to chant, and the noise quickly drowned out the general boos. As the volume of the chant grew, Dunk made out the words roaring out over the field.

Play the game!

Play the game!

Play the game!

Amazing! said Jim. The fans are refusing to let the game go on until  well, until what?

What do you think? asked Bob. Theres only one solution to this problem. Hoffnung has to leave the game!

Hey, hey, ho, ho, Hoffnung has to go! the crowd started to chant in agreement.

Dunk flushed red under his helmet. He understood how the fans felt, but he hadnt broken any rules. This was the first time, in fact, that his problems with Zauberer had managed to work out well for him. Still, he trotted over to the Hackers dugout to talk with Pegleg.

What in Nuffles name are you doing, Mr. Hoffnung? Pegleg asked.

I just wanted to check in with you, coach, Dunk said.

About what?

Dunk looked up at the crowd. The fans, theyre pretty mad about all this.

Mr. Hoffnung? Do you play for the fans?

Dunk shook his head.

I cant hear you.

No! Dunk said.

Do the fans pay your salary?

No.

Who does?

You do, coach.

Right, Mr. Hoffnung. I hired you to win games for me, something Ive had cause to regret on some days. He put his hook on Dunks shoulder. Today is not one of those days.

Go home, Hoffnung!

Go home, Hoffnung!

Go home, Hoffnung!

Dunk frowned, upset, but he looked at Pegleg and said, Just tell me what you want me to do, coach.

Pegleg grabbed Dunk by the shoulders, spun him around towards the field, and gave him a push. Get in there and win this bloody game!

As Dunk trotted back into the middle of the field, the crowds chanting broke down into general boos. He tried to ignore it, but couldnt. The noise made it hard for him to think.

Cavre beckoned Dunk over to where he stood near the sideline in front of the section where the ball bobbed along atop the fans like a bit of flotsam in a rough sea. Still in the game? Cavre asked, leaning in close to Dunks ear so the thrower could hear him.

Dunk nodded.

Good, Cavre pointed up into the stands. Now get in there and get that ball.

Dunk gaped at the team captain, but didnt say a word.

If a bunch of professional killers like Da Deff Skwad wont come near you, Dunk, I dont think the fans will either. Cavre patted Dunk on back.

Are you sure about this?

No, Cavre grinned, but theres only one way to find out.

With a slap on the back of his helmet, Dunk started towards the stands. At first, the crowd kept on jeering the thrower, but when he made it to the restraining wall, the people in the front rows grew silent. He reached up and pulled himself onto the top of the restraining row, and all of the angry fans bundled up in their winter gear turned as white as the snow that had fallen on their furs.

Boo, Dunk said.

The fans shoved away from him, parting as if he had the plague or was made of something both unstable and explosive. They pushed each other aside, making room that wasnt there in the sold-out stadium. Then, once hed passed them, making his way farther up into the stands where the ball was still in play, they closed around him again, forming a bubble of solitude around him in a mass of people.

The person who had the ball  a tall skaven with glowing green eyes  held on to it, unwilling to give it up to anyone else. Whether that sprang from arrogance or paralysing fear, Dunk couldnt tell, but he kept on climbing up towards the creature, taking long steps from one bleacher to another.

When Dunk reached the monstrous rat-man  whod drooled something chunky onto the ball  the creature put the ball down on the bench beside him and stepped away. Dunk picked up the ball by grabbing an un-slimed spike, nodded at the creature and said, Thanks!

By the time Dunk made it back down to the Astrogranite, the crowds booing had grown to a deafening level. The other Hackers had formed a knot near where he came out of the stands, and they formed a cordon that stood ready to escort him to the end zone. At first, he thought it strange that they offered him extra protection that he obviously didnt need. Then he realised that they just wanted to keep close to him to avoid anyone attacking them instead.

Dunk started towards the end zone, and then changed his mind and swept out towards the cluster of Deff Skwad players huddled together by their dugout. Their coach stood at the edge of their dugout, snarling and screaming at them. Hed gone so far as to hurl an axe at them, which had landed in one players leg, but they refused to move any closer to Dunk.

When they noticed Dunk coming closer to them, they panicked. Dunk rushed at them, the other Hackers spreading out behind him like a phalanx of warriors ready to bring down the ultimate doom. The troll, who towered over the others, squealed like a little girl and then turned and ran towards Da Deff Skwads dugout. The other Deff Skwad players chased after him as fast as their shorter legs would carry them.

Coach Gutsnatcher railed against his players as they flooded into his dugout, threatening to disembowel each and every one of them if they didnt turn and fight. They ignored him, shoving him aside and trampling each other in a mad race to get down the tunnel that led to their locker room. After a short commotion, the entire dugout stood empty, except for Gutsnatcher.

You! the black orc said. He towered over Dunk and reminded him a bit of Skragger  whose head still dangled on the chain around his neck  back when the star player had been alive. You cant do this to my team!

Dunk grimaced. Its not me, he said, blame Zauberer. In the meantime, you might as well chase after your players and see if you can help them find their backbones. This game is over.

Its not over until I say its over! Gutsnatcher said.

On the field, a whistle blew. Thats the game, folks, Jim said. Its over! The Hackers win by forfeit!

Thats what happens when you cant get any of your players to stay on the field! I havent seen something like this since the last time the Greenfield Grasshuggers took on the Oldheim Ogres in the opening round of last years Blood Bowl tournament!

Dont knock that game! The Grasshuggers used that to establish themselves as the first halfling team with a survival rate of over fifty percent that year. Theyve had the best halfling players flocking to their banner because of that  well, that and the pies their managers mother makes!

If this continues, it can only herald the start of a long winning streak for the Hackers, Bob said. The only question is, how long will Hoffnungs luck hold out?

21

Dunk didnt know how long someone had been pounding on his door. He just wanted them to leave him alone. Pegleg let his players sleep in on game days to get as much rest as they could, and Dunk was determined to take full advantage of that today.

Go away! he said, and pulled the extra pillow over his head, sandwiching his ears between the two.

Mornings like this, on the road and alone, he missed Spinne more than ever. He sometimes found it hard to believe that shed left not only him, but the team as well. As her agent, Slick had tried to talk her out of it, but shed refused to listen. According to him, she didnt even want Slick to try to sign her with another team.

Dunk knew any team would be lucky to have her. The Reavers, for instance, would probably have knocked themselves out trying to get her back on their team, but she wasnt even willing to talk to them.

This is your fault, son, Slick had said, and youve cost me a good chunk of my income for it. Fix it.

She wanted us both to leave the game. How much of your income would that have cost you? Youre just lucky I decided to stick around, Dunk said, and how is this my fault?

Take it from me, said Slick, its always the males fault. And even if it isnt, the only thing that can fix it is for the male to apologise as if it is.

Dunk stared at the halfling. Is this kind of advice why youre so lucky in love?

Dont be unkind, son. It doesnt suit you.

So when the pounding on the door continued unabated, Dunk buried himself further in his bed. Unless it was Spinne knocking at the door, he didnt want to be bothered, and he knew it wouldnt be her.

Wake up, lazy bum! Skraggers head screeched from its spot on the mantel. Get damn door!

Dunk pulled the pillow from under his head and put it on top of the others.

Then the door flew open so hard it slammed into the wall next to it.

Dunk leapt out of bed dressed only in his underwear. His head was still a bit fuzzy with sleep, but he thought he was ready for anything: Slick, Dirk, Pegleg, MGrash, maybe a horde of angry fans. He held up his fists, ready to fight if he had to.

Two people dressed in black robes emblazoned with the Wolf Sports logo strode into the room, each holding a wand before him: the Game Wizards Blaque and Whyte. The first was a tall, stocky dwarf with soot-black hair and a swarthy, rough-hewn face. The second was a short, thin elf with white-blond hair and a proud, angular face. Despite their differing races, they stood at exactly the same height.

What? Dunk asked, confused but still keeping his fists at the ready. What do you two want?

Blaque sniggered. Thats cute, he said. Can you help out Hoffnung here, Whyte? Perhaps you can enlighten him as to why were here.

Allow me to hazard a guess, Blaque. Could it be because of his performance in his last game, the one against Da Deff Skwad?

Yeah, Whyte, I think that could be it. You see, Hoffnung here forced one of the dullest games of Blood Bowl ever upon the public. More specifically, the part of the public paying to see the games in the stadium and over Cabalvision networks like our own sponsors at Wolf Sports.

The dwarf glared at Dunk. You see, that kind of game is a direct threat to the livelihoods of our employers. That means its a direct threat to our livelihoods as well. We dont take kindly to that, of course, and neither do they.

Get out, Dunk said.

Are those the kind of manners they teach a man who was once heir to one of the largest fortunes in the Empire? Its a crying shame how politeness seems to have fallen off with the younger generation, isnt it, Whyte?

A damned shame, the elf said. Happens all the time in humans, of course. Too short-lived to develop a true appreciation for their elders.

Good point, Whyte. Good point.

Dunk took a step towards the pair of wizards and pointed at the door. I said, Get out.

Blaque tapped the tip of his wand into his open palm in a way that Dunk could only see as a threat. Youd think a player like this  MVP of his last game  would be kinder to GWs like us, given the kind of authority we have over him and his game, wouldnt you?

Whyte stared at Dunk with ice-white eyes. I certainly would.

Dunk dived for Blaques wand. The dwarf tried to avoid the thrower, but failed. Dunk snatched one end of the wand and then punched the dwarf in the nose. Dunk felt something crunch, and Blaque let go of the wand.

Dunk spun towards Whyte, the wand in his hand. How could he make something like this work, he wondered? Instead of trying to cast a spell with it, he flipped it in his hand into an overhand grip and stabbed it down at the elfs neck. For some reason, though, his arm caught in mid-stab and refused to come down any farther. Dunk tried to growl in frustration and pull the wand free from where it had become stuck in midair, but he realised that it wasnt the wand that was stuck. It was him.

Blaque stood up from where Dunks blow had knocked him to the floor. He wiped the blood from his nose and scowled at it. Then he cleaned off his fingers in his mouth. Was that really necessary? he asked.

I dont see how, said Whyte.

I was speaking to Hoffnung, Blaque snapped. He walked over to the bed and used one of Dunks pillows to wipe his face clean. The blood stained the pillowcase the red of a bright rose.

He, um, he cant answer you.

Blaque shuddered with frustration. It was a rhetorical question, he said. He wiggled his nose. If it was broken, Dunk couldnt tell from its shape. It looked like it had been broken a dozen times before. It seemed to be swelling up around the sides though.

Your room or mine? Blaque asked.

Perhaps the main suite, said Whyte. He might like to watch the game.

Youre far too kind.

Blaque grabbed the paralyzed Dunk and threw him over his back. While Dunk stood at least a foot taller than the dwarf, Blaque was built like a boulder, and he hefted the thrower as if he was a small child.

Whyte stood by the door while Blaque toted Dunk out into the hall. As they passed through the doorway, Blaque turned and smacked Dunks skull against the frame. Then Whyte shut the door behind them, and they strode along the hallway, heading for the back stairs.

Do you think I should apologise to Hoffnung for that? Blaque asked as they reached the stairs and headed up to the next floor. Tell him Im sorry for that lump on his noggin?

I believe your mother taught you not to lie.

Perfectly right.

As they left the stairwell, Blaque knocked Dunks head against a doorframe again.

Clumsy me, eh, Whyte? Dunk could hear the smile in the dwarfs voice.

Is that a lie, Blaque?

You need to work on your sense of humour, Whyte.

Whyte strode ahead of Blaque and opened one of the doors that lined the hallway. He held it open for Dunk, as Blaque carried him in, clipping the top of his head once more.

The dwarf chuckled as he brought Dunk over to a couch in the centre of the room and set him down on it. He moved Dunk so he had a good view of a large crystal ball mounted atop an iron stand against one wall.

He looks a bit awkward like that, doesnt he? Blaque asked.

Dunks arms and legs were still bent at the same angles theyd been in when Whytes spell had frozen him. If not for the pounding pain in his head  which he found far more distracting  hed have probably thought this uncomfortable.

Whyte waved his wand at Dunk, and the thrower felt his body relax into the couch. Then the two wizards worked together to prop him into a sitting position, slouched low on the couch so they could arrange his head so he could see them instead of the ceiling.

You bastards, Dunk said. When he realised he could talk, he tried to stand up again so he could attack the wizards and make them pay for treating him this way. But his body wouldnt work. Everything below his head was dead to him. Not only could he not move it, he couldnt feel it either.

He wondered if this was what it was like to be Skragger.

Let me go! Dunk said.

All in good time, Blaque said. We just wanted to have a private conversation with you without you trying to smash our faces in. I think this fits the bill well, dont you, Whyte?

Perfectly, the elf said as he holstered his wand inside his robes.

What do you want? Dunk asked. It hadnt occurred to him until now that maybe he should be afraid.

We just want to talk, said Blaque, about you and your performance in your last game.

Wolf Sports named me the MVP.

Blaque nodded as if that had been an unfortunate mistake. True. It was spectacular. We watched the whole thing, didnt we?

Every minute, said Whyte. Transfixing.

It was an amazing victory, Blaque said, staring deep into Dunks eyes. But it wasnt great Blood Bowl. Fun to watch the first time, but if that keeps up every game, itll get  what did you call it, Whyte?

Bloody boring.

Right. Boring is not good. Boring means people shut down their crystal balls and go do something else instead of watching the game. So, as I said, its not good for Blood Bowl, for the game itself.

Take it up with Zauberer, Dunk said. I cant help it if he wants to kill anyone who tries to harm me. He glared up at the ceiling and then at Blaque. And how come you arent a pile of ashes yet?

Blaque smiled. Thats because your wizard friend and we are on the same side. We both want the same thing, dont we, Whyte?

To keep Hoffnung safe. The elf nodded at Dunk.

Dunk rubbed the sore spots on his head against the pillow the wizards had stuck behind it. Youre doing a hell of a job of it, he said.

Youre a Blood Bowl player, said Blaque. A few bruises on that thick skull of yours are nothing. Were out to keep you from dying.

A chill ran down Dunks spine, but his paralysed body couldnt shudder along with it. How?

By keeping you out of the game, of course, said Blaque. Until you work out your issues with Zauberer.

I dont have any issues with him, Dunk said. He wants me dead. He just wants to kill me himself. If I could find him, Id challenge him right now, but no one knows where he is. He narrowed his eyes at Blaque, and then Whyte. Do you?

Whyte shook his head. Blaque frowned. Not yet. Believe me, wed like to. Players get threats all the time, but Ive never heard of anyone threatening everyone else but the player. This Zauberers a crank, not much of a wizard as those things go.

But he has the Chaos Cup.

Blaque smiled. Exactly. I was worried those knocks had rattled your brains a bit, but youre as sharp as ever. He has the Chaos Cup, which somehow gives him a staggering amount of power. And we cant find him, either, so we cant stop him, but we can stop you.

Okay, Dunk said, I wont play.

Blaque snorted. Didnt your mother teach you not to lie, Hoffnung? After how you assaulted me in your room, were supposed to take you at your word?

Whyte, if we let Hoffnung go, what do you suppose he does first?

Runs whining to Pegleg to protect him until the game starts.

And do you suppose he might renege on our deal and play in the game anyway?

Of course, for three reasons: first, Pegleg will force him to; second, any deal he makes with us at this point is under duress, and he cant be held to it; and third, he wants to.

Hey! Dunk said.

Those all sound like solid reasons to me, Hoffnung. With any one of those on your side, I dont think we could trust you. With three, theres no way we can risk it.

Dunk closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them again, resigned. So what happens now?

Blaque smirked. Now I send Whyte out for a cask of ale and some munchies. Were going to be here for a while.

How long?

Blaque glanced over at the crystal ball in front of Dunk. Its still four hours until game time, he said.

This late in the second half, the Hackers better have a platoon of priests praying for them, Jims voice said as the image on the crystal ball showed four of the Champions of Death tackling MGrash at once.

Thats right, said Bob. Only a miracle could save this game for them now. What a turnaround for the Hackers fortunes! To go from untouchable to losers in the space of one game!

Too true. This loss should knock them right out of tournament, and only yesterday they were the heavy favourites to win! Does anyone else smell the Gobbos touch here? Gunther?

Very funny, Gunthers voice said. Under other circumstances, I might suspect myself too, but I have an airtight alibi. I spent all morning stuck in the stadium with you!

Im convinced! said Bob, but how about all those gamblers who placed money with you on the Hackers? How are they going to take this?

The image shifted to Gunther, who stood next to L?stiges on the sidelines. Fortunately, Im in the clear there too. With Hoffnung on the team, the Hackers were such clear favourites that I declined to take any bets on the game. See, I lack opportunity and motive!

True! said Jim. What a difference Hoffnungs absence has made for this team though.

Dont forget that Sch?nheit left just before the tournament too, said Bob.

Yes! Its been a hard few weeks for Captain Haken and his merry crew. Can the Hackers do anything to recover from this?

Well, Jim, L?stiges cut in, standing between Gunther and the camra, I have an exclusive report that Dirk Heldmann  Dunk Hoffnungs younger brother  has agreed to join the Hackers after the end of the Chaos Cup!

Wow! said Bob. Thats amazing news. I suspect if Heldmann could have played in this game, the outcome might have been very different.

Unfortunately, since he didnt start the tournament with the Hackers, he cannot join in the middle of the competition, L?stiges said. But this should set them up nicely for the Blood Bowl Tournament.

Especially if they can manage to turn over whatever rock Hoffnung crawled under! said Jim.

Or got stuffed under! said Bob. Even so, if they can recover the body, Ill bet that Coach Tomolandry the Undying would pay a high premium to add Hoffnung to his Champions of Death!

I think he coined the necromancer coach motto that says it best, Blood Bowl players never die. They just end up playing for me! 

Dunk growled in frustration. Can you shut that thing off?

Why? Blaque asked. Could it be that youve given up faith in your team? How could that be, Whyte?

The Hackers are down by three touchdowns with only a few minutes left, and theyve lost four of their players to either lycanthropy or mummy rot.

Yeah. A mummy werewolf, or is that a werewolf mummy? Either way, I didnt see that one coming, Blaque said.

There was that cloud of blackness that covered the middle of the field just before halftime. Thats probably what blocked your view. I think Hugo von Irongrad must have been behind it.

The Impaler? Blaque nodded. Seemed like his style. I especially like the way he stuck one of the Hacker linemen on the end of the football after scoring that last touchdown. Thats what I call spiking.

Dunk growled again, louder this time, and Whyte shut off the crystal ball.

So what happens now? Dunk asked. Are you going to keep me like this forever?

I dont see a need for that, said Blaque. Do you, Whyte?

The elf shook his head. The Hackers are out of the tournament. We should be good until the Blood Bowl starts. If Hoffnung decides to play in any games between now and then, Wolf Sports will just refuse to cover them.

Why didnt you just do that here? Dunk asked.

Its the Chaos Cup, Blaque said. Do you know how much money goes into these tournaments? Do you think those game purses just pop up out of the centre of the field? Most of it comes from Cabalvision fees; money our employer pays to the organisers. They want to recoup some of those costs, and they cant do that if they dont show the games.

What happens if I show up for the Blood Bowl? Dunk asked.

Gee, you seem a lot smarter than that. Dont you think, Whyte?

I do think, but those kinds of questions make me think Hoffnung does not.

Blaque reached out and patted Dunk on the shoulder. Dunk considered trying to bite the dwarfs hand, but he just wanted to have this all over with. Instead, he glared at the wizards and asked the question that had been burning in his mind for the past six hours.

How did you find me?

See, Blaque said, waving his finger at Dunk, now theres a good question. Can you answer that Whyte?

We are the Game Wizards, part of the crew in charge of security for the tournaments. We know every hotel in this city, and we have people happy to talk to us in each of them.

And?

Everyone in the city wanted us to find Hoffnung and persuade him not to play. For the sake of the game.

And?

Despite all that, the Hackers security is surprisingly good. If Zauberer hadnt sent word to us with Hoffnungs location, we might never have found him in time.

Zauberer? Dunk said. He told you?

Of course, said Blaque as he got up to leave and motioned for Whyte to follow him. He knows your every move. How do you think he keeps track of whos trying to harm you?

Where are you going? Dunk asked. The thought that the two wizards might abandon him, paralysed still, in this room terrified him.

Our work here is done, said Blaque. The spell on you should wear off in another fifteen minutes or so. He rubbed his nose, which showed a good bruise on both sides. Wed rather not be here when that happens.

As the two wizards walked out of the room and locked the door behind them, Dunk hurled curse after curse at them. He wished that hed studied magic so that he could have put some real hurt behind them. As it was, they were only words.

22

Lord Guterfiend will see you now, Mr. Hoffnung.

Dunk stood up and followed Lehrer from the foyer and into the main house. Surprised to see me? he asked as he dogged the older mans footsteps.

Do you mean me or the Guterfiends? Lehrer didnt turn back to look at Dunk as he spoke. In fact, hed studiously avoided meeting Dunks eyes since the guards at the keeps gate had first presented his old student to him.

Either. Both.

I knew you might try this someday. I had hoped Id taught you better than to try something like this.

Like what? I dont have a weapon on me. Im here alone.

Youd have been an idiot to come any other way.

Ill take that as a compliment. Dunk glanced around the place as they wound through the halls that led to what had been his fathers office. Most of the decorations were the same, although the family portraits had been replaced with paintings of a group of people that Dunk presumed were the Guterfiends.

They were a pale, gaunt people with wispy, greyish hair, one and all  even the children  and something burned in their eyes. Whether this was hunger, anger, ambition, something else, or a combination of many things, Dunk could not tell, but the burning looked like it hurt.

Dont, said Lehrer. Youre still an idiot. I tried to warn you away on my own, and you had to come here to push their buttons instead.

How do you know what Im here for? asked Dunk.

I know you, kid. Better than your parents did, maybe.

Dunk lunged forward and blocked Lehrer in the back, hurling the older man into a nearby wall. He heard a satisfying thunk as Lehrers forehead bounced off the plaster.

Lehrer spun around, a knife flashing in his hand. Not bad, kid. You surprised me. I didnt think you had it in you.

Dont ever compare yourself to my father, Dunk said. He did what he did to help my family. You betrayed him. He walked forward until the tip of Lehrers knife pressed against his shirt, right over his heart, daring the man to use the weapon. You betrayed us.

Lehrer pulled his knife away and put it back in its sheath. He glanced up at the sky through a nearby window. Still have that wizard looking out for you?

Dunk flashed a savage grin as Lehrer pushed past him and started down the hall again. They soon reached the main office, and Lehrer stopped and opened the door of polished oak. Dunk preceded him through it and then waited for the man to close the door behind them.

A gaunt man with even less hair than Dunk had seen in the portraits, sat in a tall, leather chair behind the vast mahogany desk that had once belonged to Dunks father. In L?gners day, Dunk had almost never seen the top of the desk. Papers, scrolls, and maps of all sorts had always covered it. Today, though, it stood empty but for the hands of the man who sat before him. They were long, thin, and white, with nails that seemed to be sharpened to points.

Rutger Guterfiend, Lehrer said, may I present Dunk Hoffnung.

The man behind the desk rose and gave Dunk a stiff bow. I wish I could say that this was a pleasure, Mr. Hoffnung.

Dunk spat on the polished marble floor.

Rutger gasped. Is this how you behave as a guest in my house?

Dunk stepped forward. I figure I can spit on anything here I like.

Rutger narrowed his eyes at Dunk. And how do you figure that?

Its not your house, Dunk said. Its mine.

Rutgers eyes smouldered at Dunk for a moment. Then the man threw back his head and laughed. Dunk had never heard a sound so lacking in humour.

We will have to agree to disagree, Rutger said. I think youll find that the Emperor will side with me on this.

The Emperor is man enough to admit when hes made a mistake, Dunk said, like selling a mans property out from under him.

Rutger snorted through his long, bent nose. It is not yours, and it never was. It was stripped from your father when his association with daemons was discovered.

It should then go to the eldest son, Dunk said. Me. Ive never known the Emperor to punish sons for the sins of their fathers.

Youve been gone a long time.

Perhaps the Emperor would be interested to know how you backed Zauberers pledge of a million crowns for my head. Being accused of dealing with daemons was enough to have my family run out of this place. I suppose it would be enough for you too.

Rutger screwed his face up at Dunk. Your father, he said softly, was a gutless coward. He had the throne itself at his fingertips, and he threw it all away over something as ephemeral and useless as his soul.

And those of his family, Dunk said. I suppose you were only too happy to put those of your children on the block.

Rutger snorted. If you knew the things Ive done  and had my children do both for and with me  you wouldnt imply such things. Youd shout them from the rooftops. One of my few regrets, he said with a sneer, is that I didnt get to perpetrate some of my favourite atrocities on your family. For cowards, the Hoffnungs are a speedy lot, it seems.

Dunk launched himself across the desk and wrapped his hands around Rutgers throat. As he did, he felt the tip of Lehrers knife cut into the back of his neck.

If you dont put him down in three seconds, Ill cut your throat, Lehrer said. If Zauberers lightning strikes me now, itll electrocute you too.

Dunk felt the pulse of Rutgers pounding heart coursing past the palm of his hand. All it would take would be a firm flick of his wrist and he could snap the mans scrawny neck. Lehrer would kill him and likely be killed in turn. Theyd all lie there dead together until someone came to find them, and this would all be over with.

The image had its appeal.

Dunk shoved Rutger away from him. The man staggered back into his chair, clutching his throat and coughing and hacking for breath.

Dunk turned to deal with Lehrer, but the man already stood against the far wall again, his knife in one hand, his arms folded across his chest. Dunks blood trickled down the knifes blade and into Lehrers fist.

State your reason for darkening my door and then be gone! Rutger said. Youve wasted enough of my time today.

Dunk ignored the blood that seeped down his back from the wound on his neck, and walked back around the desk towards the door. The cut was only superficial. Hed sustained worse in almost every kick-off return on a Blood Bowl field.

Call off Zauberer, Dunk said.

Rutger stared at Dunk and then laughed. If that was in my power, dont you think Id have done it by now?

Dunk squinted at the Guterfiend patriarch. You sent him after me. You gave him the reward money.

I gave him nothing  nothing but a hollow promise, one that he believed and sold to the world with an authority that I could not have mustered myself. Do you really think that if I had a million crowns on hand I would trust them to that madman?

Dunk grimaced, and then glanced around at the walls and ceiling of the office. Look, I dont really care about this place or the fact that youre the filthy, daemon-worshipping bastard who lives in it. Apparently my father was a filthy, daemon-worshipping bastard too, and Ive been trying to put all that behind me.

Thats all I want: to put this behind me. Get Zauberer off my back. Rescind that reward. After that, I wont cross the street to piss on this place if its on fire.

Rutger leaned forward in his chair. If I could somehow manage that, nothing would give me more pleasure, but Im afraid its not as easy as calling Zauberer into my office and sacking him. He never was a stable man to begin with. Too many encounters with daemons can drive a man headlong towards madness, and he went charging off that cliff a long time ago.

It got worse after he got his hands on the Chaos Cup, Lehrer said. Until then, we had some control over him  especially if we dangled the chance of your death in front of his face. Hed always had this obsession with the Chaos Cup, and we never did know why. The first chance he got to grab it, he did, and we havent seen him since.

The power that the Chaos Cup bestows comes with a price. It saps away the holders sanity until that price is paid.

How long did you hold it for? asked Dunk. Seems like you must have passed it around the table at dinner parties here.

Rutger ignored him. The cup can only be sated with the blood of your worst enemy, the one who has caused you the most pain, the most frustration, the most humiliation.

A sick feeling grew in Dunks gut.

Lehrer put a hand on Dunks shoulder. Kid, for Zauberer, Im afraid thats you.

Dunk shrugged off his old teachers hand and stared at Rutger. And you dont have any idea where he is?

Id give him up to you if I could. Id be just as happy to be rid of him as you would, and if the two of you could somehow manage to kill each other

Well, the walls of this keep would ring with a feast the likes of which it has never seen.

I wouldnt worry about looking for him, kid, said Lehrer. Now that youre in Altdorf and the Blood Bowl tournament is about to begin, Id say hell come looking for you.

What a rout! Bobs voice said. I havent seen a massacre this bad since that scheduling accident last year pitted Mother Superiors School for the Blind against the Underworld Creepers!

I think those blind kids put up a better fight than the Halfling Titans have against the Hackers today! said Jim.

Well, they were the only professional team that would accept a match against the Hackers in the opening round of this years Blood Bowl tournament. Given the fear that most players have of the Hoffnung Curse, you have to admire the Titans pluck.

Theyre getting plucked, all right, like chickens! I can almost see the feathers!

Youre not seeing things, Jim. Those are from the pillows that Berry Butterbeer strapped underneath his armour to help cushion the blows. That last tackle from Edgar knocked the stuffing out of them!

Dunk loved playing Blood Bowl, but after the walkover that his last game had been  the one against Da Deff Skwad  even he had to admit that this had quickly become dull. The Hackers had scored ten touchdowns in the first half of the game and another in the opening minute of the second.

Over half of the Titans had stayed in the locker room when the ref blew the whistle to start the second half of the game. By Dunks count, only a few of them had been hurt badly enough to keep them out of the game. Word was that the rest of the slackers had barricaded themselves in their lockers and refused to come out. That left only eight of the little guys to take on the Hackers, who were as fresh as they had been when the game had started.

Boy, those Titans have taken a real battering today! said Bob.

Coincidentally, said Jim, thats just how I like those little morsels: battered and with a side of chips!

Dunk clapped his hands together as he got ready for the kick-off. At least hed got to play today, even if it hadnt been much of a game. He wondered how theyd find another team to take them on after this. No truly competitive team would be willing to accept a challenge from them, and this game would likely warn off any of the second or third stringers.

Enjoying the game? Dirk asked as he stepped up next to Dunk.

Dunk still couldnt quite wrap his head around seeing his brother in Hacker green and gold. They had been rivals since they were kids.

To play on the same team with Dirk just seemed wrong, like it wouldnt be fair to anyone who tried to take them on. This first game against the Titans had driven that home perhaps a bit too hard.

An auspicious debut for the Brothers Hoffnung, Dunk said.

If you consider beating up children before you take their candy auspicious.

The noise of the crowd rose as Cavre came forward to kick the ball, but the relatively quiet sound spoke volumes about how even the most bloodthirsty fans felt about the game. The ball arced high up into the air and came down like a spear, in a tight, perfect spiral. A Titan stood right underneath it, his arms reaching for it, ready to make a doomed dash towards the end zone.

MGrash and Edgar raced ahead of Dunk, and he couldnt see what happened next. He expected the halflings to make a valiant attempt to run the ball up the field, just like the last time, and have one of the Hackers pick him up and race into the end zone with him and the ball under his arm  just like last time.

Then the crowd let loose a collective gasp, and everyone on the field stopped  except for Dunk, who still hadnt seen what had happened. Still running, he veered around MGrash and almost tripped over the halfling on the ground.

Dunk started to reach down for the ball when he realised that it had stabbed right through the halfling, pinning the ball and the Titan to the ground. The gritty little guy lay there trying to pry the ball out of his midsection while his lifeblood spilled out onto the ground around him.

Oh, no! Bobs voice said. Mofo Waggins, the Titans long-time captain, looks to be out for the count  and maybe out forever!

Dunk knelt down next to the Titan and put his hand on the ball to pull it out.

And where do you think youre going with that? Waggins asked, clutching the ball to himself. Thats my damned ball! I earned it with my damned life, and if you try to take it from me Ill ram it down your damned throat and then drag your bloated carcass across the end zone by your damned thumbs!

Dunk pulled back, surprised by Waggins vehemence. I just meant to

To take the damned ball from me and score another damned touchdown! I know your kind. Ive been playing against you for years. Ive buried more teammates than youll ever have.

You damned biggies always think of us folk as just speed bumps on your way to the end zone. Well it stops here, damn it!

With a terrible growl, the Titan pried himself up off the Astrogranite, the surface of the fake field crumbling behind him and leaving a large chunk of it still attached to his back where the spiked tip of the ball had gone clean through him. The Hackers huddled around the little guy, admiring his refusal to let his mortal wound bring him low.

Hey, Mofo, Dunk said to Waggins, do you have any last words? A final request?

The Titan staggered forward, his face ruddy with pain as he coughed and hacked out his words. Dunk couldnt make them out, so he leaned closer. All the other Hackers gathered around too, straining their ears.

What was that? Dunk asked softly.

Eat. My. Dust.

What? Dunk pulled back, but too late. Before he could shout a warning, a net spun from the finest mithril dropped down over him and the other Hackers. Waggins dodged between MGrashs legs and out the other side, where he had nothing but daylight between him and the end zone.

Get him! Cavre shouted, but he, along with all of the other Hackers, were caught in the fine-spun net.

Dunk snapped his head about and saw the other Titans at the edges of the net, pounding stakes into the ground. Then someone  another Titan, for sure  hit him behind the knees and knocked him off his feet. He tried to stand back up, but found he could only make it to his hands and knees. The netting over the Hackers had been pulled tight enough so that none of them could stand up. Even Edgar and MGrash had been brought low.

I cant believe this, Dunk said. That little bastard is about to score a

Touchdown, Titans! said Jim. Mofo Waggins scores!

I cant believe it! Bob said. I never thought Id see such a historic moment as this! Oh, those of you who have seen this will forever have gloating rights over your friends who missed it. To think that we might see the Titans score their first touchdown ever against a human-based team  a top-ranked team  like the Hackers. Its just

Ill say it again: unbelievable.

Dunk buried his face in his hands and wondered if the ref would make the Titans free them before the kick-off. Could he expect to spend the rest of the game in this position, watching the Titans roll in to the end zone for score after score?

Then the net came up off him, the spikes holding its moorings twanging as they popped free from the Astrogranite. Dunk turned on his back to see Edgar standing up, the net now tangled in his upper branches. The treeman leaned over to offer him a branch up.

As Dunk dusted himself off, he glared up into Edgars glowing green eyes. You could have done that any time you liked, Dunk said.

Edgar smiled down at him. Helped you up off the bloody field? Sure thing.

Dunk narrowed his eyes at the treeman. What did they do for you?

Well, Edgar said, we tree-men have always had a soft spot in our hardwood for those bloody little buggers, havent we? Its painful to watch them have such a hard time in a game like this  theyre so outmatched  and they had this bloody wonderful plan. I was the only hitch in the bloody thing.

So you gave them a pity point?

Edgar raised his branches towards the mithril net now tangled hopelessly in his upper branches. How do you think it looks? he asked. They said I could keep it.

23

Good news, boys, Slick said as he hoisted himself up onto a chair at Dunk and Dirks table at the Skinned Cat. Based on our record, our chances of winning, and our thorough thrashing of the Titans, weve made it to the final round!

Who are the poor victims this time? The Association for the Revolution of Self-Euthanasia? Dirk asked as he sipped at his Bugmans XXXXXX. Hed already had a couple of draughts of the potent ale and was riding high in his cups.

No. We tried to get them in the opening round, but those ARSEs complained that we wouldnt kill them with the dignity they deserved. The Galadrieth Gladiators apparently dispatched them in an appropriate manner though.

So? Dont keep me in suspense.

Its the Bright Crusaders!

Wait, Dunk said. That isnt some band of flower-tending fairies, is it? This massacring the helpless bit gets old fast.

Spoken like someone whos never been helpless, said Slick as he gratefully accepted a pint of Potters Field Lager from the waitress, a woman who looked like she might have played on the line for the Vynheim Valkyries several generations back. Thanks, love, he said as he tossed her a stiff tip.

No, son, Slick said, smacking his lips once hed had a sip of his beer. The Bright Crusaders is a human team that includes some of the best players in the league.

How come Ive never heard of them?

Because, you pay attention to the part of Bloodcentre where they rattle off the scores for the top-ranked teams; the Bright Crusaders, beloved as they are among the fans, hardly ever win.

Dunk frowned. I dont get it. If theyre that good, why dont they win any games?

Dirk gave Dunk his youre so naive grin and said, Because theyre too good.

How can you be too good, Dunk asked. None of this made sense to him yet.

Because, said Slick, they dont cheat.

Dunks jaw dropped. They dont? Not at all? I thought that was part of the game.

To those of us who love and play the game well, the way Nuffle meant it, cheating is an integral part of the game. Why, between two well-matched teams, sometimes cheating is the only way for one team to win!

Do the Bright Crusaders ever win?

Dirk snickered. What team do you think gives teams like the Titans hope?

The Bright Crusaders, Dunk said softly. This doesnt sound fair.

Who said anything about fair, son? asked Slick. I thought we were talking about Blood Bowl.

Maybe I can help you change the subject.

Dirk turned as white as a sheet, staring at someone over Dunks shoulder. Slick grabbed his pint and sat it in his lap, ready to dive under the table with it should it be required. Dunk turned around, already aware of who was there.

Hello, Father, he said. Wont you join us?

For Nuffles sake, said Dirk, theyll let anyone into this place these days.

Dirk glanced around. All sorts of tough and seedy types filled the tavern. At one table, a pair of minotaurs butted heads over a fresh steak that had just been brought to them, rare. At another, a flock of naked fairies frolicked in a bowl of mead large enough to serve them as a swimming pool. Over by the bar, a man in a cowled robe sold some eager young adventurers a map to a hidden dungeon. Behind the bar, a troll in a bloodstained apron sliced off one of his fingers to pay a bar bet and then watched as a new one grew to replace the old.

Give me one good reason, Dirk started, snarling at L?gner as he rose from his seat. Then the drink spinning in his head sat him back down again before he could fall to the floor. Aw, never mind.

L?gner sat down in the empty chair between Dunk and Dirk, opposite Slick, and signalled for another round. Make mine a Bloodweiser Dry, he said.

Dear Nuffle, said Slick. Its true. Only someone who deals with daemons could drink that pale-spirited excuse for a drink. Have some water instead; at least thats an honest drink.

Then it would burn his lips off, Dirk said.

L?gner put a hand on Dirks arm. Its good to see you too, Dirk. The younger son stared at the fingers on his forearm, but he left them there.

All right, Dunk said. Ill ask. What in the Chaos Wastes are you doing here?

Excellent question, Dunkel, L?gner said. Direct and to the point.

When L?gner reached for Dunks arm, Dunk pulled it away. Quit glad-handing me and answer the question.

L?gner turned serious. I came here to see you both and to apologise to you.

Apologise? Dirk said, getting half out of his chair. You think thats going to get you off the hook here? Were talking dealing with daemons, getting our mother and sister slaughtered at the hands of an angry mob, and making our lives a living

Sit down, Dunk said, reaching across the table to push Dirk back into his seat. Its bad enough all thats true. Dont announce it to the entire bar. Besides, what harm did any of that do you? Youd already left the keep and declared the rest of us dead to you. He couldnt keep the bitterness from his voice.

Dirk glared at Dunk, his eyes glassy from the drink, but his fury managing to burn through. What harm? I was a kid when I left home  more than a little naive. I said some stupid things back then, but I never stopped caring about you  any of you. Dirk looked over at his father, tears brimming in his eyes.

L?gner put an arm around his younger son, and this time Dirk didnt push it away. He just laid his head down on the table and wept into his sleeves. Im sorry, Dirk, L?gner said. Im so sorry. Ill do anything to help you forgive me.

Anything? asked Dunk.

Hold on just a minute, Dunkel. Im having a moment with your brother here. Hes finally

Passed out?

L?gner glared at Dunk, and gave Dirks shoulders a little shake. Its all right, Dirk, he said. Its all right.

When Dirk didnt respond, L?gner brought his head down nearer to Dirks face to listen to him breathe. When he didnt hear anything, he grew concerned and put his face closer.

Dirk let loose with a humongous belch right into his fathers face. Then he rolled over onto one arm, sprawled across the table and began to snore loudly.

Damn, damn, and damn, L?gner said. Yet another chance just slipped through my fingers.

Dunk tried to smother his laughter, but couldnt manage to mask it entirely.

And you think this is funny? L?gner asked, turning on Dunk.

You have to admit, Slick said, the whole burping up your nose thing was fairly hilarious.

I didnt think so, L?gner said, seeming to see the halfling for the first time.

Well, of course you wouldnt, said Slick as he started to giggle, a mischievous sparkle in his eye. It was your nose. For those of us who maintain noses that have not gathered a snootful of a Bugmans belch, rest assured, it was damned funny.

L?gner struggled to maintain his anger at Slick, but he failed and broke out into a sheepish smile. I suppose it was, wasnt it?

Dunk took a pull from his bottle of beer, which was filled with Spotted Minotaur. Hed picked up a taste for the mellow brew in Bad Bay, a region filled with the black and white cows that resembled the bull-headed creature on the label. For some reason, it had come to remind him of a place he now thought of as home more than he ever had of Altdorf.

So, L?gner said once Dunk put down his bottle, you still want to take a shot at me?

Ive been thinking about it.

Heres what I think, Dunkel. L?gner leaned across the table at Dunk, neatly avoiding the puddle of drool starting to form under Dirks head. If you really wanted to give me the beating I deserve, youd have done it back in Barak Varr. I know you. Youre not violent by nature.

Really? Slick said. Have you seen him play?

L?gner ignored the halfling. You might have been able to hurt me in the heat of the moment, but not here, not now after youve had months to think about it. You must know that I never meant you or anyone else in the family any harm.

You should try telling that to Mother and Kirta, Dunk said.

I would if I could, Dunkel. I miss them as much as anyone. You lost a mother and sister. I lost a wife and daughter, but at least I managed to keep you alive. He looked down at Dirk and then back at Dunk. We still have the three of us. Isnt that worth something?

Dirk grimaced at his father and shook his head. A part of him still wanted to reach out and twist the mans neck until his head separated from his shoulders. He could hear his mother and sister crying out for retribution, for vengeance, just as hed heard them every day for nearly four years.

Now he heard other words, too, in his mothers voice: He loves you, you know.

Dunk knew it, but he wasnt sure it mattered one damn bit. Werent some things unforgivable?

Then he saw Lehrer coming through the bar towards their table.

What? L?gner asked, staring at Dunks face. Whats the matter?

Slick started to kick Dirk under the table. When that didnt seem to rouse the man, he moved on to slapping him in the face instead.

Keep your hands off my son, L?gner said, blocking the halflings open hand. I wont put up with anyone abusing my

L?gner caught sight of Lehrer and his tongue froze. When Lehrer spotted L?gner, he didnt recognise him at first. He smiled at Dunk and Slick as he approached, and then slapped Dirk on the back and grabbed his shoulders as he came up behind him.

Dirk raised his head, his eyes still focused on some place far away. He saw Dunk and Slick and flashed a goofy grin. When his gaze wandered over to his father, he scowled at the mans bloodless face.

Whats wrong with you? Dirk asked L?gner, his words slurring only a little. He craned his neck around to see who was helping to hold him up, and he saw Lehrer smiling down at him.

Dirks eyes snapped into focus. He stared at Lehrer for a moment, and then looked back at his father, a wide, mean grin on his face. Oh, Dirk said, Im so glad someone woke me up for this.

Lehrer shot Dunk a quizzical look. Dunk put a hand towards his father to reintroduce the two old men, but before a single word left his mouth, L?gner stood up and smashed Lehrer in the mouth with a white-knuckled fist.

All conversation in the bar stopped as the patrons turned to see what was going on. No one looked inclined to intervene, instead just craning their necks around towards the two old men. Fights took place in the Skinned Cat all the time. The regulars just wanted a clear view of the action.

You son of a harpy! L?gner said as he stood over the fallen Lehrer, pointing down at the man with one hand and waving a fist at him with the other. Stand up so I can knock you down again!

Lehrer glared up at the man as he pushed himself up on to his elbows, and then his eyes went wide and all colour drained from his face. L?gner, he whispered. How  how

? Youre a ghost.

L?gner kicked Lehrer in the ribs, and the taverns patrons cheered. Theyd been afraid this bout might end with a single punch, which wouldnt have been nearly enough for them. Most of them hadnt even seen that punch, and they would have hated to miss out on the fight entirely.

Does that feel like a ghost? L?gner asked. He followed up the first kick with another to Lehrers belly. The air rushed out of the servants lungs. Does that?

Dunk stood and grabbed his father by the arm. Stop! he said. Youll kill him.

I think thats the point! the troll behind the bar shouted. The crowd erupted in laughter.

Lehrer pulled himself to his feet and lunged for the door. Before he got two steps, Dirk leapt from his chair and laid a perfect tackle into the mans legs. Slick slid down from his chair and went over to grab Lehrer by the ear and haul him back to the table with Dirks help.

See, Slick said proudly as he and Dirk sat Lehrer down in Slicks chair, that boys a natural at defence. Even near-dead drunk he can still hit you in the back of the knees. Sheer poetry, I tell you.

Dunk guided his father to the chair across from Lehrer. Then he and Dirk sat back down in their own seats, between their father and their old teacher. The men flung daggers at each other with their eyes as they smouldered in grim-faced silence.

Most of the other patrons in the tavern went back to conversations or fights-in-the-making of their own. Dirk glared at the others until they looked away.

Slick signalled for another round of drinks. Were either going to be here for five seconds or a long while, he said to Dirk. Either way, Ill need a drink.

Traitor, L?gner snarled at Lehrer.

What did you ever do to deserve my loyalty? Lehrer asked, his lips curled in an angry sneer as he cradled his injured ribs with his arms.

Besides pay you handsomely for more than two decades of service? L?gner rolled his eyes and then snapped them back at Lehrer. We were friends once, you and I.

Lehrer snorted. A friend doesnt steal another mans woman.

L?gners nostrils flared and his eyes grew so wide that Dunk feared they might pop from his head and roll off the table. Steal

? She chose me.

She was too young.

We all were. That was thirty years ago.

Lehrer flinched at that. Its still fresh in my mind.

Id be happy to solve that for you  by removing that mind from your skull. You as much as killed her, opening the front gate for that mob.

Wait, Dunk said. Are you talking about Mother?

Kirta didnt deserve to die like that, L?gner said, and Greta never did you a bit of

She! Lehrer bit his tongue and tried again, his voice a harsh whisper this time. She was a trollop who played with the hearts of men good and true. She

Lehrer doubled up over the table, his eyes watering in pain as he grabbed his privates.

Slick pulled his fist out from under the table and then turned and shrugged at Dirk. Does anyone here think he didnt have that coming?

Dirk gave the halfling a bitter grin, and then grabbed Lehrer by the shoulder and hauled him up so he sat straight again. Now, he said. Lets talk about this some more, but this time without the cracks about my mother. Next time, Ill let Dunk have his way with you instead of the halfling.

Dirk glowered at Lehrer and cracked his knuckles. The barmaid brought their drinks and placed one each in front of everyone but Lehrer.

Whatll you have? she asked.

Nothing, said L?gner. He wont be living that long.

She shrugged and left. As she did, Dirk hoisted his mug by its handle as if to take another drink. Instead, he brought it down on the edge of the table and shattered it, leaving only the handle in his hand, with several jagged shards still sticking out of it.

Thats extra! the barmaid said. When she saw the look in Dunks eyes, she gave him a nervous smile. Ill put it on your tab.

Dirk shoved the makeshift weapon into Lehrers face, stopping bare inches from his eyes. Lets try that again.

Lehrers shoulders slumped, and the fight left him. He released a deep sigh. I never meant for your mother or sister to get hurt, he said. Your father, he glared at L?gner, he crossed the wrong people. They decided to destroy him that night.

But you helped them? Dunk asked. He still found this hard to believe, although glancing around the table it seemed like he was the only one. Why?

Lehrer squirmed in his chair.

Dirk jabbed the broken mug into the mans cheek. Why?

Lehrer flinched away, but not fast enough. Blood trickled from a small cut on his face. Its his fault. He betrayed Khorne. You cant just do that and hope he wont notice. If I hadnt stayed loyal to the Blood God, I would have shared his fate.

So you chose Chaos over your old friend, Slick said to Lehrer. Then to L?gner, he said, and you trusted him not to. I dont know which one of you is a poorer judge of character.

Dunk put his head in his hands. What are we going to do with you? he asked Lehrer.

Kill him, said Dirk.

Dunk ignored him. We cant let him report back to the Guterfiends. If they find out that Fathers alive

Well, you saw how far theyd go to get me, and Im just the heir to their troubles.

Kill him, said L?gner.

Just like that? Dunk asked. In cold blood?

My blood is boiling, L?gner said.

We cant, Dunk said. This is Altdorf, not the wild. They have laws against that sort of thing here.

We kill people every game, Dirk said.

Thats different, said Dunk. Just by getting on the field, theyre asking for it. That act alone is considered an assault. Any killings during the game are considered self-defence  at least in places where they care about such things.

Dirk pulled the broken mug from Lehrers face. The old teacher looked at him askance.

Let him run then, said Dirk. We can catch him in hot pursuit.

L?gner stood up and placed his hands on the table. Then he leaned over and put his chin in Lehrers face. Go ahead, L?gner said. Give me your best shot.

Lehrer glared up into his old employers eyes and shook his head. He refused to say a word.

Come on, L?gner said. You know you want to. He reached out and took one of Lehrers hands and placed it around his throat.

Do it, L?gner said. Kill me.

Lehrer smirked through trembling lips. Your sons will drop me before your body hits the table.

L?gner nodded. And then well both be dead, and this entire horrid affair will be over. Dont tell me that holds no appeal for you.

Lehrer squeezed L?gners throat with a touch that surprised Dunk with its tenderness. Then the old teachers hand fell to the table with a thud. You may hate yourself. You may think you deserve to die, Lehrer said. But I dont feel that way about myself.

Youre in the minority then, Dunk said as he stood and hauled Lehrer up by his elbow.

Where do you think youre going with him? L?gner asked, standing up behind the table. Dirk shoved himself away from the table and tried to stand, but fell back in his chair. Slick followed after Dunk.

Somewhere no one will find him, Dunk said, until I want them to.

24

The Bright Crusaders score! Bobs voice said. That puts them in the lead, one to nothing!

Dunk swore. He hadnt brought his best game to the field today. The meeting between his father and Lehrer had him preoccupied, and he just couldnt seem to keep his mind on the action.

That so-called Hoffnung Curse hasnt been much help to the Hackers today, said Jim. I dont think Hoffnung has even touched the ball yet!

Thats one way to avoid a mad sorcerers wrath! said Jim. Personally, Ive found that burying yourself underground for a century or so works fine. Youd be surprised how short the memories of mortals can be.

I prefer tearing them limb from limb, myself, said Jim. But as you know, thats just not always possible. Every news organisation in the Empire has been scouring the land, hunting for Zauberer, hoping to score an exclusive interview with the man, and so far weve all turned up zilch. Its not hard to see why Hoffnung might just have to live with the curse  at least until the wizard comes for him!

Tell me, Jim. Do you think its better to confront your fate as soon as possible, or to avoid it for as long as you can?

Jim laughed. Ive always thought it best to put off for now what you can face another day!

Well, then you might want to get a head start out of here, my massive friend. According to our security camras, I see your mistress husband stomping up the aisle in Section 30 and heading our way!

Dunk trotted back to the Hackers side of the field to wait for the kick-off. He stared down the field at the Bright Crusaders, resplendent in the dazzling sun; the light reflecting off their suits of armour, which had been polished to a mirror finish.

At first, Dunk had wondered how the Crusaders managed to keep their armour so clean given how hard a game Blood Bowl could be. Then he noticed that the teams coach  Father E. A. the Padre Matten  kept substituting the dirty players off the field so that a team of cheerleaders dressed in black and white habits could restore the soiled players shine.

The first time the Crusaders had taken the kick-off, they had squibbed it into the stands. The fans had squirted it back out at the Crusaders, and they had driven it all the way down the field and into the end zone. Every time Dunk had come near the ball, the Crusader holding it had thrown it away. He hadnt been able to get within ten yards of the spiked pigskin.

This time, he refused to let the same thing happen again. When the Crusaders lined up to kick the ball, he raced forward instead of hanging back. The kicker squibbed it again, but when the ball popped back out of the stands and into the field, Dunk was right there, ready and waiting for it. He leapt up and snagged the ball from the air.

Hoffnung has the ball! Bobs voice said. Now well see how well the Padres plan stacks up!

Dunk tucked the ball under his arm and ran for the end zone. He expected the Crusaders to dive out of his way. They might have wanted to play by the rules, but that didnt mean they wanted to be turned to ash on the spot.

When the first Crusader came at Dunk, he almost stopped and let himself get hit. He thought, on first blush, that the Crusader was a man, but the armour had large bumps on the chest, presumably to protect large breasts, and the back fringe of a wimple hung out from under the back of its helmet. The fuzzy moustache on the ladys lip, and the shoulders that many a lineman would kill to have, threw him off.

Leave it to Sister Mary Mister to break the tacit injunction against harming Hoffnung! said L?stiges voice. Ive been following her career for years, Bob, and shes never been one to let something like a daemonic curse stand in her righteous way.

Repent, sinner! Sister Mister bellowed as she thundered after Dunk. Her stomping treads shook the Astrogranite beneath her so hard that Dunk wondered if she were somehow half-ogre  or maybe full. Hold still, and I will send you directly to Nuffle for judgement!

Dunk dodged left, and the large lady lurched right past him. Then he saw an open hole and cut right to surge down the field. MGrash got in front of him to provide blocking and smashed down two linemen who came his way. Unfortunately, those Crusaders tripped MGrash up as they went down, and Dunk found himself without protection again.

It looks like only Brother Mother stands between Hoffnung and the goal line now! said Bob. Will Mother martyr himself for the cause?

To Dunks mind, there was no question Mother would try to tackle him. Instead, he needed to smack this Crusader down hard and fast. Perhaps then Zauberer wouldnt need to zap him to smithereens.

Brother Mother was the skinniest Blood Bowl player Dunk had ever seen, a young man with a figure that could only be described as girlish. As they grew closer, Dunk marvelled at the mans lips and eyes, which looked as if theyd been abused. The eyes were sunken into dark, shaded holes, and the lips shone redder than fresh blood. It took Dunk a moment to realise that Mother wasnt hurt. The man wore make-up  and lots of it.

Mother stretched his arms wide, and Dunk wondered if he should stiff-arm the weakling out of the way or just spin out of his grasp. Then an image of the last person whod tackled him filled his mind, and he found that he just couldnt do it. He couldnt let Mother even touch him.

Dunk jinked to the right and then ran to the left, hoping to find daylight. Mother followed his every move, not fooled for even an instant. Seeing that he couldnt get past the Crusader, Dunk looked for an open Hacker, but he couldnt see a single one.

So Dunk did the only thing he could think of. He turned and ran away from the end zone.

Has Hoffnung turned coward? Bobs voice asked. Are the Hackers new colours yellow and yellow?

I dont think so, Bob, said L?stiges voice. In his own twisted way, I think Hoffnung is trying to save the Crusaders lives.

On a Blood Bowl field? Bob said. Now thats blasphemy!

Dunk shut all the chatter out and looked for some way, any way, to get rid of the ball. Thats when Brother Mother hit him.

The tackle caught Dunk just behind the knees and brought him down clean. As he bounced off the fake stone surface, the ball bounced free from his hands. Not caring what happened to it next, Dunk reached back and grabbed Mother by the helmet.

You moron! Dunk said. You just killed yourself!

Yea, though I sprint through the Darkside Cowboys Stadium of Darkness, I will fear no evil, Mother said. Nuffle does windsprints by my side. Where there is only one set of footprints on the Astrogranite, thats where he carried me!

He should have carried you to the nearest asylum and left you there!

Mother tried to pull himself from Dunks grasp, but the thrower kept his death grip on the Crusaders faceguard. Mother kept pushing away anyhow, somehow hoping that the far stronger Hackers would give up before he did.

Dont you get it? Dunk asked. As soon as you walk away from me, youre dead.

Mother gave Dunk a serene smile with his ruby-painted lips. My faith is my shield and my armour.

All the other victims wore armour too, Dunk said. None of them made it to the sidelines.

You are faithless, Mother said. Those of us who have accepted Nuffle into our lives as our own personal saviours do not fear death. When this game is over, can I discuss the emptiness in your soul with you? Perhaps I can leave you with some literature?

Crusaders score! Bobs voice said.

You see, Mother said. Its not too late to join the winning team  at least in spirit.

Would you just listen to me? Dunk asked. Pull your head out of your damned sacred rulebook for one minute so I can get through to you?

Pull my head out? Mother said with a satisfied grin. Thats an excellent idea.

Before Dunk realised what Mother meant, the Crusader reached up and undid the strap on his helmet. His head slipped free from Dunks grasp on his faceguard, and the rest of his body followed along right after it.

No! Dunk shouted as he fell backward, Mothers helmet still in his hands. Come back!

Theres no reason to go back, Mother said as he started towards his dugout. With Nuffle on your side, youre always on your

The crack from a bolt of ebony lightning drowned out Brother Mothers last words.

Tears of utter frustration rolled down Dunks cheeks as the wind blew Mothers ashes back at him. The Crusaders blackened armour hung there in the air for a moment, held together by little more than memories. Then it came crashing down into a clanging heap.

Dunkel okay? MGrash asked as he trotted up behind Dunk, who sat there on the Astrogranite, hugging his legs to his chest.

Dunk shook his head. No, big guy, he said. Im anything but all right.

Okay, Dunkel, the ogre said. He reached down and scooped Dunk up in his arms like an infant. Looking down at the man cradled against his chest, MGrash said, Dr. Pill make everything all right.

I dont see anything wrong with you, said Dr. Pill.

You are the worst quack excuse for a physician Ive ever seen, said Dunk, clutching his back. It felt fine, but he wasnt about to let the apothecary know that.

The gaunt elf with the eye patch scowled at Dunk. If I tell Pegleg that youre faking an injury

Then I will tear out your spleen and stuff it down your throat with my bare hands, Dunk said. If I can somehow manage to work my way through the pain.

Something banged away in a large locker in the corner, one of those custom-made for gigantic players like Edgar or MGrash. Dunk ignored it.

What in Nuffles re-broadcast warning is making that noise? Dr. Pill asked, scratching his chin.

Its nothing, Dunk said. Leave it alone.

I think its coming from the ogres locker. The apothecary crept towards the lockers red, steel door as if he could sneak up on it.

He likes to leave livestock in there for an after-game snack.

Dr. Pill turned to sneer at Dunk in disgust.

Hey, Dunk said. He gets hungry after a big game. Are you going to be the one to tell him to wait until dinner?

Pegleg isnt that much of a savage.

He doesnt eat any of it, Dunk said.

Dr. Pill turned back towards the banging locker. The noises coming from inside it grew louder, faster and more insistent. A sign on the front of it read KEYP OWT  DAYNIER! in MGrashs crude scrawl.

However, Dunk said, Pegleg does believe in giving the food a fighting chance. He picks out the meanest, nastiest critters he can to give MGrash a challenge. Sometimes the vicious little buggers manage to get out and run wild through the place. A few of them even get away.

Some arent so easy to deal with though. There was that massive, rabid badger Pegleg stuck in there one time. That bugger killed two rookies and maimed a third before MGrash finally crushed its skull.

Dr. Pill looked at Dunk as he reached the locker and cocked his ear so that it almost rested against the metal. Youre lying, he said.

Okay, Dunk said, you got me.

Dr. Pill hesitated for a moment, his hand on the lockers handle.

It was a wolverine.

Dr. Pill scowled. Before Dunk could stop him, he yanked open the locker in one swift move.

For a moment, nothing happened, and Dunk breathed a sigh of relief. Then a bound and gagged Lehrer toppled out of the locker and landed on his face. The prisoner looked up at Dunk and Dr. Pill and let loose a muffled scream.

Oh, dear, said Dr. Pill. This wont do at all.

Hold on a moment, said Dunk. I can explain.

I certainly hope so. You and your accomplices have done an awful job of this. The apothecary stared down at Lehrer with a critical eye.

Thats true. I  What do you mean? Dunk was confused.

Dr. Pill pointed down at the ropes holding Lehrers limbs. These are tied all wrong. In another hour or so, hed have been able to wriggle out of them all by himself.

Dunk blinked. Ah, he said. It was the most intelligent thing he could think of at the moment.

Dr. Pill went over to a black leather case on a nearby bench and unfolded it. His back to Dunk, he rummaged around inside it. First, he snapped on a pair of rubber gloves. Then he grabbed and shook something hard.

Ropes are such crude devices anyhow, he said. I prefer a proper hog-tying for restraints myself, when pressed to rely on such measures. However



The apothecary turned around and displayed a large syringe in his hands. He watched the sharpened tip of its wide-bore needle as he pushed a drop of clear, but pungent fluid through it. There are such excellent chemical alternatives that one need hardly ever bother.

Dr. Pill walked over to Lehrer. Tears ran down the mans face as he whimpered into his gag. Hold still, the apothecary said. Im afraid this is going to hurt a great deal.

25

Heres to the Hackers! Slick said, raising his tankard in a toast. The others gathered around the table in the Skinned Cat cheered in accord.

And heres to making the final match of the Blood Bowl Tournament! said Guillermo. More cheers followed.

Ah, its not that big a deal, Dirk said with a grin.

Dunk put one arm around his brothers neck and ruffled his hair with the other. Just because the Reavers do it every year doesnt mean its not great for us. And youre a Hacker now!

Go Hackers! MGrash crowed. The ogre leaned back and downed the rest of the keg of Killer Genuine Draft hed been powering through. By Dunks count, this was the ogres third.

MGrash leaned back further and used the heel of his hand to pound the last drops of ale out of the keg. Then he set it back down on his lap and grinned from ear to ear. Had Dunk not been the best of friends with the ogre, he might have fled from the table right then. As it was, a few of the others clutched the backs of their chairs as if they might toss furniture behind them in an attempt to trip up the ogre as they fled.

Then MGrash unleashed a monstrous belch that shook the taverns walls. After that, his grin was, if anything larger and happier. It faded only a bit as he tipped back over in his chair and landed with a thud that made the building tremble.

Out cold before he hit the floor, Edgar said. The treeman stood next to the table instead of sitting, as his body would not bend in the middle. Fortunately, the main room of the Skinned Cat was tall enough to accommodate him, although his upper branches brushed the ceiling. Bloody ogres cant handle their bloody drink for bloody anything.

Its just good that youre here, old friend, Slick said to Edgar.

Of course it is. The treeman scowled down at halfling. Im the only one of this bloody pack of tree-swinging mammals that has a bloody prayer of hauling his gargantuan carcass home, aint I? What in hell did you lot bloody well do before I came along?

Mostly we left him where he fell, said Dunk.

It is not like we had much choice in the matter, Guillermo said.

Oh, whod dare to not let a drunk ogre lie? asked Slick.

Do we know who were playing yet? Dirk asked. Sometimes Dunks younger brother surprised him with how seriously he took his job  and the game.

Right here, Mr. Heldmann, Pegleg said as he limped into the room, Cavre at his side. He waved a scroll in his good hand and gave it to his team captain to read.

Cavre unfurled the scroll and read its contents silently. Then he spoke. The other semi-final game was between the Chaos All-Stars and the Badlands Buccaneers.

We know all that. What happened to the broadcast? Dirk asked. We were watching it here on the giant crystal ball when it went black.

Pegleg nodded. Since it was a game that Mr. Hoffnung wasnt involved in, Mr. Zauberer took the chance to destroy every camra in the place.

Nuffles masticated mouth guard, Slick said. Why would he do that?

Apparently it was an attempt to get each and every one of the games sponsors up in arms, Pegleg said. The tournament organisers were nearly crucified in front of the stadium on those nice new lights the Guterfiend family paid to have installed after the post-game riots last year. They made scores of other improvements to the place as well.

The Guterfiends? Dirk and Dunk said together.

Pegleg nodded. I know about the troubles your familys had with them, but they did something good with their money there at least.

Dunk shook his head. I dont believe it for a second. The lamps are probably all filled with explosives.

Or death rays, Dirk said, nodding his head.

Or a bunch of bloody fairies trapped in those bloody, little glass balls and forever forced to shed bloody light on their evil masters command.

Everyone craned their necks to stare up at Edgar.

What? he said. Now dont tell me you lot are a bunch of bloody fairy lovers.

The others all decided to ignore him.

So thats all that happened? asked Dunk. Just a bunch of ruined camras?

To you, Dunk, those are just a bunch of ruined camras, said Cavre. To Ruprect Murdark, thats the loss of hundreds of thousands of crowns in advertising dollars.

I have heard that the commercials during the final match can go for a million crowns a minute, said Guillermo.

Too true, Mr. Reyes, said Pegleg. Now stretch your imagination if you will and think about what would happen to Wolf Sports if Murdark had to refund all that money because no one ever saw the commercials.

Everyone fell silent for a moment. Then Edgar started to giggle, a low and hollow sound that tickled the ears. Slick joined in soon after, and then Dirk, Dunk, Guillermo, and even Cavre. The laughter grew from snickers, through guffaws, to full-blown belly laughs. In the end, even Pegleg had cracked a wry smile.

We dont need to worry about that, though, Cavre said. We just need to play the best we can, no matter who is watching.

Well said, Mr. Cavre, said Pegleg. However, I have it on good authority that Murdark is paying a fortune to have every camra in the Emperors Stadium replaced and reinforced so that no magic  however strong  can damage them or interrupt their signals.

Slick let out a low whistle. Thatll cost him a small fortune.

Hell make it up with the ads, Mr. Fullbelly. Word is that hes getting premium rates for this game. After all, its a grudge match.

Dunk frowned. A grudge match? He glanced at the other players, each of whom seemed just as mystified as he  except Cavre, of course, who always seemed to know what the coach was talking about. I dont think any of us like the All-Stars, coach, but theyre no worse than any other rival team.

Oh, really, Mr. Hoffnung? Pegleg said. I would have thought youd have been able to understand the spin on this game better than anyone.

Dunk narrowed his eyes at the coach. Why?

Who is the most renowned team wizard the All-Stars have ever fielded?

Didnt Olsen Merlin help them out for a year about fifty seasons back? asked Slick.

Pegleg moved to backhand the halfling with his hook, but Slick slinked behind Edgars trunk before the ex-pirate could land the blow. You always remind me of a saying, Mr. Fullbelly, Pegleg growled.

Which is?

Agents arent necessary, just evil.

Slick turned red, but managed to say, So, Zauberers back working for the All-Stars, is he?

Dunk gasped. Hed wondered when the wizard might finally show his hand. Now, during the championship game of the Blood Bowl Tournament, seemed like as good a time as any. Dunk wondered how he could ever defeat Zauberer now that the man had his wormy hands on the Chaos Cup. Any wizard who could incinerate anyone who tried to hurt Dunk could flash-fry him in an instant too. Still, there had to be a way. At least during the game, he might finally have a chance to try to take the wizard out and put an end to the hated Hoffnung Curse.

The nasty snarl on Peglegs face faded to a simple frown. That he is, Mr. Fullbelly. He gave Dunk a sympathetic look. Well do everything in our power  such as it is  to help you take him out. We can assume that his edict against killing you is only in effect until the game begins. After that, all bets are off.

Now who would be so heartless as to say something like that? said Gunther the Gobbo as he shouldered his way close to the table.

Dunks eyes grew wide. What are you doing here? he asked as he leaned over and whispered at the bookie. I thought we agreed you couldnt be seen with us.

Leave now? Gunther said a bit too loudly. But you guys are my favourite team  unless you lose, of course. The odds are already three to one against you.

Against us? Dirk asked. Dunk felt ill.

Of course. The All-Stars were the heavy favourites beforehand, but when someone leaked their roster for the championship game

 Gunther winked at Dunk. Well, now everyone knows youre going to get your ashes handed to you  or to your next of kin, at least!

Has he

? Dunk asked Pegleg.

Hes been quite helpful so far, Mr. Hoffnung.

It doesnt hurt that Ive made a mint so far at it.

Hows that? asked Dirk, ever suspicious of the Gobbo.

If theres one thing Ive learned in this business, said Gunther, its that you never bet against your team. Ive been betting with the Hackers since just after the Dungeonbowl, and its been easy money. The Gobbo leered. Of course, starting a rumour that Zauberers been known to miss his targets with those lightning bolts from time to time helped out with putting the odds more in my favour too. As an aside, he whispered to Dunk. Not true. Dont believe it.

Should you really be seen in our presence? Guillermo asked. At least out in such a public place?

Gunther snorted, and then replied with a fake grin pasted on his face. Kid, Im the most notorious odds maker in town. The two teams thatll compete in the Blood Bowl championship game just got announced. If I dont track you guys down and chat with you, thats going to look suspicious. So just shut your trap and try to tolerate my company for a few more minutes so we can make this look good.

Have you been doing anything to help, other than just lining your pockets? Dunk asked.

Gunther shook a finger at Dunk. See, now thats the kind of question I can respect: full of the suspicion and the derision Ive earned. Well done, kid!

Have you?

Its just that kind of doggedness thats going to lead the Hackers to victory in the championship game. Go Hackers!

Gunther raised his arm to lead a cheer in which no one else joined. Give me an H!

Silence.

Go to hell, said Guillermo.

Theres an H! Give me an A!

Dunk leaned towards the bookie. Answer my question.

Hey, said Gunther. I got you that match against the Titans, didnt I?

The eyes of the Hackers turned towards Pegleg.

Aye, the coach said, that he did.

And how about how I brought Dunks old flame here tonight, to help him celebrate?

Dunks heart went cold. You did what?

Well, Gunther said, wincing. Shes been after me for a while to tell her where you are, but I wouldnt say a word! I absolutely refused to let her know where the Hackers are staying during the tournament. She gave me a few notes to pass on to you, but I refused those too. I didnt want her to bother you. I was protecting you.

But now that Dunks in the championship, you think its all right to shake him up a bit? asked Dirk. Hed ended up on the other side of Gunther from Dunk, and the bookie now stood sandwiched between them.

Well, Gunther said, with Sch?nheit gone and Zauberer on the loose still, I

Well, I figured



If Im facing certain death I might as well get this out of the way? Dunk said.

Gunther grimaced. Id have put it better than that, of course, given a bit more time, but sure, thats the gist of it. Thanks, kid!

Dunk glanced around the room, peering over the shoulders of his teammates. Where is she? he asked.

Gunthers face lit up. I figured you two lovebirds would want a little privacy, so I arranged for a sheltered booth in the third room back.

I left her, Gunther.

Is this Helgreta? Dirk asked. He glared at the Gobbo. This is Helgreta Brecher, isnt it?

Gunther nodded as if his neck had been replaced with a loose spring.

I thought she tossed you out on your chin, Dirk said to Dunk.

Thats the official story, Dunk said. Thats what the Brechers told everyone. I never saw her after that

incident during our engagement party.

So you call fleeing town with an angry mob of daemon-hunters on your tail leaving her?

She wrote me letters, Dunk said. They found me somehow. She said she wanted me back. No matter what people said about Father, she knew I was innocent. She still wanted to go through with the marriage.

Daemons, weddings, Slick said. All the reasons I left my little halfling home in the Moot far behind.

And still she wishes to speak with you? Guillermo asked, astonished.

Amazes me too, said Gunther. I dont know what youve got in that codpiece, kid, but Id be careful with it if it inspires that kind of loyalty.

Dunk fought the urge to smack Gunther across the room. Where did you say she is?

Back booth, third room back.

Dunk stood up and noticed that everyone at the table was watching him. If Im not back in five minutes, send a search party for me.

If youre not dead within the first minute, you may need longer than that, said Cavre.

Dunk nodded. Make it twenty.

With that, Dunk turned and walked towards the open doorway in the back of the Skinned Cats main room. He scooted through the room beyond, in which a number of Bright Crusaders players nursed their wounds and their pride. Dunk didnt know if any of them recognised him  he saw Sister Mister weeping into a trough of ale that MGrash would have appreciated  but he took comfort in the fact that he could rely on them to stick to the rules and leave him alone off the field.

The second room back felt smaller than the first because of the draperies that could be pulled across the faces of each booth. About half of these had been drawn, and in the others the occupants shot Dunk dirty looks for glancing in their direction. Six people  a goblin, an elf, three orcs, and a dwarf  sat around a table in the middle of the room, playing a low-stakes hand of pogre. Dunk had tried to play the game with MGrash a few times, but they stopped when Dunk realised the game was designed to start fights.

The door to the third room back stood closed. It took Dunk a while to find it. At first, he thought it was an exit to the places outdoor privy. Seeing no other option, though, he tried it. The latch rose easily, and the door pushed inward on oiled hinges.

Hello, Dunkel, a voice said. Ive been waiting for you for a long time.

26

Dunk slipped into the room, but left the door open behind him. The sounds of the pogre players and of the rooms beyond comforted him somehow. The thought of cutting them off, of leaving him alone in this room with Lady Helgreta Brecher, terrified him.

Please, Helgreta said, motioning to the chair next to her at the lone table in the room. Have a seat.

The room was, in fact, a booth all to itself. Two stuffed leather chairs crouched next to a small, circular table made of clean, polished wood, all of which were of exquisite make. The place smelled of fresh cedar  which Dunk saw lined the walls  and an enticing perfume, which he recognised as Helgretas favourite scent.

Helgreta looked as stunning as ever. Her auburn curls had straightened a bit as shed let her hair grow out, but her wide, dark eyes issued the same strong invitation to him that they always had. She carried a few more wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, and to Dunks chagrin they seemed to have been caused by frowning.

A pair of golden goblets sat on the table in front of her, next to an uncorked bottle of wine  an excellent vintage by Dunks memory. He hadnt bothered to keep track of such things since fleeing from his home four years ago. The cups stood empty, but somehow Dunk caught the scent of spirits from somewhere else.

You look well, Dunk said as he took the seat offered to him. He found he could not relax in it. Instead, he perched on its edge, his hands on the table in front of him. The years have been kind to you.

You flatter me, Helgreta said with a sly grin. As she spoke, Dunk knew from where the smell of alcohol had come: her breath. She batted her eyes at him, But you always did have a way with words.

Dunk blushed at this and lowered his eyes. I must apologise, he said, for not answering your letters. By the time they reached me

No need, Helgreta said, placing a hand on his. Those were trying times. I understand that you needed to take care of yourself then and couldnt possibly have spared time for me.

Its not that I didnt

Hush, Helgreta said, pursing her soft, red lips. Lets not insult the memory of what we once had with such words.

Dunk smiled at her softly. This was going better than he could have hoped. The sense of dread hed felt since Gunther had announced Helgreta was here slowly sloughed away. Youre far too kind, he said.

Helgreta breathed in through her nose, her smile now thin and brittle. Adversity builds character, or so they tell me.

Dunk glanced down at her hand on his. It bore no ring. You never married? he asked. I find that hard to believe.

Helgreta frowned. I  Since you insist

After the incident in my familys home, we were tainted with suspicions of dealing with daemons as well. Arranging another marriage for me proved



Difficult?

Impossible. She sighed. But I never minded. Id already given my heart away once. Since it was never returned to me, I didnt have it to bestow on another.

Dunk felt ill. He glanced at the wine, but his appetite for such things had left him.

How is your family? he asked, hoping to change the subject shed claimed to wish to avoid.

Helgreta smiled pleasantly. Well, for the most part. My father still soldiers on, despite the way half of his body was paralysed by a stroke following that horrid, fateful night. Sadly, we lost my mother soon after that. Some say she died of sheer shame.

How about your cousins? Dunk asked. Helgreta had always been close to them, and he had enjoyed carousing with them in more carefree days.

With the taint that followed us, we were forced to ever more desperate measures to retain our holdings and position. Karl disappeared while leading a caravan over the Grey Mountains to Parravon. Kurt, though, decided to follow in your footsteps.

He was chased from his family home by an angry mob?

The bitter look Helgreta shot Dunk was as far from the smile hed hoped for as he could imagine.

He took up Blood Bowl. He said, If Dunk and Dirk can do it, then why not me? Did you know you two set off quite a trend among the disaffected sons and daughters of the Empires elite? For a while, there was even an all-nobility team called the Imperial Counts.

Dunk thought hard on this. Whatever happened to them? I dont think I ever heard of them.

They became embroiled in a trademark dispute with a team of vampires from the Dark Lands over the Counts name. They submitted to binding arbitration over it, and the vampires bound them and bled them dry.

Dunk gasped. Was Kurt on that team?

No, sadly, Helgreta said. That would have been far easier for him, Im sure.

What happened to him? Dunk wasnt sure he wanted to know the answer, but he couldnt keep from asking.

He started to question his sexuality. Then, while he was at his most vulnerable, he fell in with a team  more a cult, really  called the Bright Crusaders.

Rivers of ice ran through Dunks veins. You cant be

He became a brother in their organisation. He took on the new name Mother to show how hed channelled his maternal urges into helping the team and furthering the cause of good and fair play, both on the field and off. They raised thousands of crowns for poor children through their charity matches alone, and Karl donated all but a small portion of his wages to keeping the homeless off the streets  via a euthanasia program he started before he joined the team.

The Association for the Revolution of Self-Euthanasia?

Youve heard of them? Helgreta smiled warmly. Karl would have been so pleased. I understand theyve started a Blood Bowl team of their own. Karl said he often scrimmaged against them and dispatched at least one opponent each game  with the dignity they deserved, of course.

Dunk put a hand over his mouth.

Helgreta, I

I know, she said. It was your job to kill him, and I dont begrudge you that. Hed lost so much weight over the past few years, I wouldnt be surprised if you hadnt recognised him at all.

Dunk nodded. Between that, the armour, and the mans caked-on make-up, he couldnt possibly have known who Brother Mother had once been  or so he told himself. Still, he had to set the record straight.

I didnt kill him though, he said. I tried to save him. I didnt want for him to tackle me.

Oh, you werent the first player to flee from Karls embrace, Helgreta said. He scared more than one macho man off the field with his aggressive yet feminine ways.

Dunk shook his head. Thats not it. I didnt know who he was, other than another innocent Blood Bowl player.

Helgreta failed to stifle a giggle. Is there any such animal as an innocent Blood Bowl player?

I just wanted to keep from having Zauberer kill him, said Dunk.

Ah, yes, Helgreta smiled, but Dunk felt no warmth behind it, the wizard whos threatening your life. Arent you getting tired of using that excuse?

Dunk stared at her. What do you mean? Its not imaginary. So far, hes struck down anyone whos managed to tackle me on the field.

And yet you keep playing. Why is that?

I

 Dunk had wrestled with this question a great deal on his own. Its complicated.

Helgreta picked up the bottle of wine and proceeded to fill the two glasses sitting in front of her and Dunk. We have the whole night ahead of us.

That thought made Dunk shiver, but he decided to take a shot at explaining himself anyhow. When he looked at Helgreta and saw what had happened to her family and her life, he knew she deserved at least that much.

There are a number of reasons, and they all get mixed together in my head. First, my coach demands that I play. Ive signed a contract with him to play. If I dont play, I get fired.

You dont think you could find work elsewhere?

Sure. Maybe. I dont know if Id want it. The Hackers are like my family now, especially since Dirk joined the team. I dont think Id want to play for anyone else.

There is a world out there beyond Blood Bowl, you know. Helgreta sipped from her glass. Her smile pronounced the wine delicious.

Ive been in that world. I was trying my hand at slaying dragons when Slick found me and convinced me to try out for the team. I didnt know much about Blood Bowl back then, and I thought it would have taken a team of wild horses to drag me to a try-out. As it turns out, it took a hungry chimera and a town full of angry citizens to push me into it.

Can one get used to being run out of a town? The way Helgreta asked made Dunk wonder if the wine had gone to her head already.

I dont think so. The last time was enough to get me to try something new, to put my old life behind me entirely.

But that hasnt really worked, has it? She tossed back the rest of her wine in one, long drink.

Dunk pondered that. No. At least not the way I did it. Every day, it seems like my past comes back to haunt me in different ways. First it was Dirk. Then Lehrer and the Guterfiends. Then my father, and now

Your father is alive?

Dunk nodded. He reached for his wine, but Helgreta grabbed it before he could, and dumped the contents of his cup into hers. How could that be? she asked as she set his empty goblet back in front of him.

He and I both managed to get out of the keep before the mob came and tore my mother and sister to pieces. I lost track of him after that and figured he was dead. It seems I was wrong.

Helgreta looked at Dunk through lidded eyes. And how do you know this? Have you heard from him?

I had a drink with him in this very bar earlier this week.

Helgreta gasped. She sipped the wine shed taken from Dunk and curled up in her chair like a contented cat. Do you know where he is? I always liked him.

Dunk shook his head. He shows up when he wants to. You know, when I first saw him, I wanted to kill him.

What kept you from doing it? Youve killed lots of people, havent you?

Not that many. Dunk frowned. This is my father were talking about. I

Well, if the reason why I keep playing Blood Bowl with a wizards curse over my head is complicated, then my reasons for not killing my father are right up there with the rest of the great mysteries of the world.

I wanted to kill him, especially when I found out what hed done, how hed been responsible for so much of the misery in my life, for Dirk leaving home, for the deaths of my mother and sister. But he didnt mean any of it. Hed been trying to do right by his family, and somehow it all got messed up.

So you think you should judge people by their intentions, not by the results of their actions?

I  I suppose thats right. After all, there are so many things that can go wrong with a plan; so many awful, stupid things. It seems harsh to only account for an actions results without considering what the actor meant to happen.

Helgreta smiled, and then sat up and poured Dunk some more wine. You see, she said, its probably better that we never got married anyway. Thats a huge point on which we differ.

Dunk shrugged. After everything youve gone through on account of me and my family, I can understand that.

Helgreta raised her goblet. Heres to putting the past behind us, she said with a savage grin.

Dunk picked up his own goblet and clinked it against hers. And heres to second chances, he said.

As Dunk brought the goblet to his lips, he knew something was wrong. The scent of the cedar, of Helgretas overpowering perfume, of his own nervous sweat had all drowned out something else hed sensed there, something more subtle and more dangerous. He sniffed at the wine, and there it was.

Bitter almonds.

Dunk choked on his own spit and dropped the goblet to the floor. As he hacked and coughed until he was red in the face, Helgreta gazed at him and laughed.

When I first heard youd come back to town two years ago, Dunkel, I ignored it. I satisfied myself with watching that championship game you played against the Reavers, and I hoped and prayed that someone would tear your head off in the middle of the match. When that didnt happen, I cried myself into a stupor. By the time Id recovered, youd left town once again.

Last year, when you played the Reavers again, I prayed that a horrible plague would destroy you and everyone you held dear, all your friends from your new life. A new beginning denied to me. My petitions went unanswered again.

Dunk finally managed to bring the coughing under control. He shoved himself back in his chair and clutched at his throat and stared at Helgreta with wide-open eyes.

This year, I prayed again. I prayed so hard. When I heard about the reward on your head and then the Hoffnung Curse, I thought my prayers had finally been answered.

Then you killed Karl, and I knew I had to take matters into my own hands. Like the saying goes, the gods help those who help themselves.

Helgreta crept from her chair and stood over Dunk. Can you feel the poison working its way through your veins? Has it reached your lungs? Your brain? She reached over and rubbed her hand against his chest. Has it stopped your heart?

Dunks hand snaked out and caught Helgreta by the throat. Then he shoved her back into her chair. This charade is over, he said. Youre insane.

You? She stared at him, her eyes wide as zeroes on a scoreboard, her voice rising to a screech. Why cant you ever seem to die?

Dunk clenched his hands into claws. He wanted to strike back at Helgreta, to kill her for trying to kill him, but he couldnt.

The poisons not affecting you; that liquor I smelled on your breath when I came in

Was the antidote, Helgreta said. You always were the clever one.

If anyone in the world deserves to kill me, Dunk said, its you, but I wont just roll over and die. He shook his head in amazement at the lengths to which this woman had been willing to go to end his life.

Who gave you a choice in the matter? Tears streamed from Helgretas dark eyes, forming rivers of black that streaked down her face from the ebony smudges of make-up surrounding her eyes. No one asked me!

You took your best shot, Dunk said. It didnt work out. Let it go.

Never! Helgreta launched herself at Dunk and clawed at him with her long, sharp nails. He caught her by the wrists and held her away from him at arms length. Somehow, some way, you will die!

Dunk shoved the woman back into her chair again. Someday, he said, but not today.

Helgreta shrieked at Dunk in frustration, snatched the bottle from the tabletop and hurled it at him. He ducked beneath it, and it shattered against the wall behind him.

By the time Dunk had stood up again, Helgreta had already dashed out of the door of the tiny room, screaming the entire way. Hes evil! she said. Evil!

No! Dunk lunged for the door and into the room beyond. There he saw the pogre players standing between him and the door. You best leave er alone, one of the orcs said. The rest of them nodded in agreement.

Dunk charged at the group, cutting his way between the elf and the goblin as if they were linemen hed caught flat-footed on the field. With one move, he grabbed the end of the table closest to him and overturned it, shoving it forward against the orc and the dwarf on the far side of the table. They tried to duck under it, and the table started to roll right over them.

Dunk went with the momentum and somersaulted across the bottom of the flipping table. This put him on its far side, with the table between him and the angry players.

He charged into the next room, and he could see Helgretas back as she fled past the Hackers table in the main hall. No! he shouted. Stop her!

The Bright Crusaders had leapt up from the chairs and stools at which theyd been drowning their sorrows. They closed ranks around Dunk, forming a human wall between him and the doorway as they linked their arms together.

Get out of my way! he shouted at them. Or shes dead!

We wont let you kill again, Hoffnung, Sister Mister said in a voice as rough as an ogres beard, especially not Karls cousin.

Dunk stared at the woman in horror  and not just because he could finally get a good look at her without her helmet on. Then he dived straight at her. She rebuffed him with a push of her belly, and he found himself on the floor.

She attacked me, Dunk said. Shes going to die!

How dare you threaten that lady? the dwarf called from the other side of the room. Dunk glanced back and saw that a line of Bright Crusaders had closed that doorway off too.

Dont worry, Hoffnung. You have nothing to fear from them. We wont allow anyone else to come to harm because of your so-called curse, Sister Mister said, the menace in her voice unmistakable. As a charter member of ARSE, Helgreta has already come to terms with her fate. You can do nothing to stop it  nor to save yourself.

With that, the circle of Bright Crusaders began to tighten around Dunk. He searched for a way out, a hint of daylight between his attackers, but he could find none. It looked like he was just going to have to kill his way out of the situation. The Crusaders outnumbered him ten to one, though, and had absolutely no fear for their lives. Theyd come here to martyr themselves for their cause: his death.

A large hand shot out from behind Sister Mister and grabbed her by the head. With a quick twist of her neck, she fell down to the floor, dead. She bore a wide smile on her face.

MGrash stuck his head through the door after his arm and said, Dunkel okay?

Somewhere outside the Skinned Cat, thunder rolled across what Dunk knew to be a crystal clear sky. Grim frustration marred Dunks face as he grimaced at the ogre and said, All right, big guy. Lets give these bastards what they want.

27

Welcome, Blood Bowl fans, to the championship pre-game show for this years Blood Bowl tournament. Im Jim Johnson!

And Im Bob Bifford! This should be one humdinger of a match, Jim, featuring the Bad Bay Hackers versus the Chaos All-Stars!

True enough, Bob! Due to the now infamous Hoffnung Curse the wizard Schlechter Zauberer placed on star Hacker Dunk Hoffnung, the Hackers were heavily favoured going into this game. Lets talk to our able odds-making consultant, the legendary Gunther the Gobbo, to see what happened. Gunther?

Thanks, Jim! Its simple. In a nutshell, Zauberers backing the All-Stars. As long as he has the power of the Chaos Cup behind him, hes the heavy favourite.

And what are the chances that the Hackers might be able to find Zauberer and take the Chaos Cup away from him, thereby evening the odds?

That of a snotlings snowball in an ogres pitcher of hot blood.

Excellent! said Bob. Now lets check in with our roving reporter L?stiges Weibchen to set up this burgeoning rivalry for us.

Thanks, Bob! Traditionally, the Hackers and the All-Stars havent had much time for each other. Remember, just a few years back, the Hackers werent considered contenders for the championship games for any of the majors, despite the leadership of Captain Pegleg Haken and of team captain Rhett Cavre, not to mention the brute force of MGrash KThragsh.

That changed three seasons ago when then-prot?g?e Dunk Hoffnung joined the team. Something about the chemistry of the team gelled strongly around a central group of players that has survived to this day despite dozens of casualties to the Hackers roster.

The modern-day Hackers have faced the All-Stars twice in the past three seasons. The first time was in the Chaos Cup two years back. In that game, Hoffnung killed the All-Stars team captain Schlitz Malty Likker during a halftime ceremony set to honour former All-Star captain Skragger.

Didnt Hoffnung claim at the time that the Blood God had possessed the minotaur with Zauberers help? asked Jim.

He certainly did, and that seems to have been the start of the conflict between Zauberer and Hoffnung. This flared up whenever the two met, but it usually ended up with the humiliation of Zauberer, who sometimes served as the All-Stars team wizard.

Still, the All-Stars won that game, as they did in their only match against the Hackers the following year in the Spike! Magazine Tournament. Thats the game with the infamous Jumboball incident, when the gigantic display at the end of the field came off its mount and crushed hundreds of fans to death as it rolled onto the field.

I remember that, said Bob, licking his lips. I almost couldnt restrain myself from getting down there and helping to, ah, clean up.

That game ended with several players dead on both sides, including the All-Stars new team captain, Macky Maus. In the end, though, the All-Stars prevailed when Coach Haken threw in the towel. With only three players left on the field, he knew the Hackers didnt stand a chance.

How many players are still left from the original team that Hoffnung joined just three years ago? Jim asked.

Only four: KThragsh, Cavre, Reyes, and Hoffnung himself. Thats a hard-bitten, battle-tested core, and to that theyve added Edgar  a treeman from Albion  and Dirk Heldmann, Hoffnungs younger brother and long-time fixture of the Reikland Reavers. Up until this year, at least.

So this is a grudge match to beat all grudges, said Bob. Just the way it should be!

Pegleg shut off the Cabalvision feed to the crystal ball in the Hackers locker room. He gazed out at the players sitting on the benches in front of him, staring back, and he let loose a grim sigh.

I know youve been watching that crap every day since we beat the Bright Crusaders, Pegleg said. I want you to ignore every word of it. All that analysis, all those stats they throw at you, everything, all of it.

Its all crap. Sophisticated fairy tales they feed to the emotionally stunted excuses for sentient creatures we call fans. The fans need this stuff. They feed on it. They have to have a story woven around the game, some kind of framing device to give the match more purpose than it really has to them.

Honestly, what does a fan care about Blood Bowl? Even when it comes to a championship game like this? Anyone?

Whatever they bet on it, said Erhaltenes Spiel, one of the more promising rookies the Hackers had seen this year. Hed joined them back in Magritta, so just the fact that he had survived this far spoke volumes about his ability to play the game  or at least to find ways to collect a cheque while warming the bench.

Exactly right, Mr. Spiel, said Pegleg. Anyone else?

Bloody pride, said Edgar, who stood in the back of the rows of benches, towering over all the other players, even MGrash, who sat at one end of one of the middle rows, next to Dunk.

Well put, Pegleg said with a grin. We thank those rabid fans who stake their pride on our success. They wear our jerseys, come to our games and buy the things we endorse. In a real sense, they pay all of our salaries, and I love them for it.

Pegleg held his hook in the air. But the only things they have at stake in this game are money and pride. That Cabalvision crap caters to them and their needs.

But coach, Jammernder Anfager  another rookie, but with far less promise than Spiel  said, dont we have money and pride on the line as well?

Pegleg smiled. Dunk knew that smile. The ex-pirate reserved it for when some fool walked straight into one of his rhetorical traps. Pegleg lived for straight men like this, the ones who handed him the set-ups for his punch lines, but he showed them no pity. He always made them pay.

True, Mr. Anfager. We have even more to lose, in those senses than any but our most rabid fans. Our jobs are on the line, and our professional reputations. Thats something to fight for, isnt it?

Anfager nodded, pleased with himself for having triggered this portion of the coachs pep talk. Then the ex-pirate lunged forward and brought his hook up under the rookies chin, pressing there just enough to break the skin, but not to catch the man by his jawbone like an unlucky, warm-blooded fish.

I suppose then that you dont much value your life, Pegleg said as he glared deep into the rookies frightened eyes.

Anfager swallowed hard, but didnt move, for which Dunk was thankful. Right here before the game, they wouldnt be able to replace the rookie if he made a stupid decision. Peglegs glare dared the man to try to escape the hook threatening him, but Anfager remained frozen.

Pegleg dropped his hook and stepped back to the front of the benches. He gazed out at the players, all staring at him, and wiped the blood on his hook on his bright, white shirt, where it left a crimson trail.

Thats whats really at stake for you, my hearties. Not fame, not fortune, not the way people will remember you. Sure, all those things are there, and more, but theyre nothing more than phantoms striving to distract you from the most vital thing you each possess: your very lives.

This is no idle threat on my part. Only four Hackers are still left here from our game against the Chaos All-Stars last year, and they remember the mayhem from that fateful day all too well.

Dunk nodded at that, as did MGrash, Guillermo, and Cavre. He missed the friends hed lost during that game and since. So many Hackers had died last year  although a good number of them had been the creatures brought to the team by the Far Albion Cup. Those he wouldnt miss at all.

The deaths that surrounded the game  permeated it  didnt bother Dunk most days. Hed come to Blood Bowl from a failed career as a dragonslayer, so this had seemed to be a step up.

Now, though, he had things to live for. Hed reconciled with his brother. Hed found his father. He had more money than hed ever dreamed of since hed left the family keep in the hands of an angry mob, and there was Spinne, whom he loved. The only thing keeping them apart, it seemed, was this damned game.

Dunk considered standing up and leaving the team, the stadium, and the game behind there and then. After all, he was sure that Zauberer would kill him shortly after he stepped onto the field. The wizard would only want to wait for the right moment, something that fit his quirky sense of drama.

But Dunk knew he couldnt leave all this behind. He couldnt abandon his friends, his family. He glanced at Dirk, who flashed him a cocky smile. Dunk could see past it to how nervous the man was underneath the facade. He couldnt leave him behind.

And, of course, Pegleg would murder him on the spot if he tried to go now.

This is kill or be killed, Pegleg said. We have the All-Stars outmatched in every position. We play better ball than them. We can score on them at will.

But thats not how they win games. They dont care about touchdowns. We could be ahead ten to zilch, but if the game ends under their terms, they wont care.

All they have to do to win is murder every damned one of you. Once we cant put any players on the field, they win by forfeit, no matter what the score.

Now, thats not a very big field out there as battlefields go. There are no forests to hide in, no hills to skulk behind. In short, theres nowhere you can hide.

The only thing you can do is face up to the bastards the best you can  and kill them before they kill you!

The Hackers stood up and cheered at the top of their lungs.

Are you with me?

Yes! the Hackers shouted as one.

What?

Yes!

I cant hear you!

YES!

Then get on out there and kill! Kill for your fans! Kill for your family! Kill for your team! Kill for yourselves!

Go! Go! Go! Cavre took up the chant, and the others joined in straightaway. Go! Go! Go!

Pegleg stamped over to the door to the tunnel that led to the Hackers dugout and to the field in the centre of the Emperors Stadium, where a hundred thousand fans waited to watch them prove themselves the champions they knew they could be. Lets GO! he bellowed.

The Hackers voices devolved into a cacophony of howls that would have sent a tribe of wild wolves fleeing, their tails between their legs. Then they charged after Cavre as he led them down through that dark tunnel and towards the chances for life and glory that awaited them beyond.

28

Dunk stomped his feet and jumped up and down in the dugout as he waited for the game to begin. Theyd already introduced the teams and gone through all the pre-game nonsense. All that was left was the coin toss and the kick-off.

Trotting out onto the field to the deafening roar of the crowd had been a rush. After a moment, his ears had adjusted to the noise, and he could hear the people chanting, Dunk! Dunk! Dunk! Hed grinned wide and waved at them and listened to them roar their approval.

No amount of gold could buy a feeling like that.

Hold still, Dr. Pill said as he approached Dunk and waved a wand at him that looked like it had been constructed with leather straps and chicken bones.

Whats this? Dunk asked. Some kind of blessing?

The apothecary shook his head. Big game like this, it pays to check everything. The All-Stars like to slip cursed contraband into their foes kits. I already found a mouth guard that would have turned into a snake.

Without another word, Dunk stretched out his arms and legs, and let Dr. Pill wave the wand over them. It whined like a stuck snotling as it approached his throat, rising in pitch as it got nearer and then lowering as he moved it away.

Whats this? Dr. Pill asked, pointing at the shrunken head. The thing twisted on its chain under the apothecarys glare.

You ever hear of a player named Skragger?

Dr. Pill nodded. Black orc, star player for the All-Stars, set all sorts of records. He cocked his head at Dunk. Killed while attacking you and then came back as a vampire player for the Champions of Death. I heard you ripped his head off in the middle of a game.

Dunk gestured towards the shrunken head. Cavre made it for me.

Is it a replica? Some kind of memento?

Dunk shook his head. Its the real thing. Cavre shrunk it.

Dr. Pill leaned over and peered at the tiny head closely, getting within inches of it, but never touching it. Then he strode over to the other side of the dugout to chat with Cavre. A moment later, the two of them came back to talk with Dunk. Dr. Pill had his black bag with him.

Im so sorry, Dunk, Cavre said.

How do you get this thing off? Dr. Pill asked, pointing at the metal ball gag in Skraggers mouth. Can you remove it?

Sure, Dunk said. He reached down and released the gag, letting it fall into his hand.

Sons of witches! Skraggers head said in its squeaky voice. Gonna grow my head, get my body back, and kill every damn one of you!

I can see why you had him gagged, said Cavre.

Hold still, Dr. Pill said as he rummaged about in his bag. He produced a small silver vial and uncorked it. Then he tapped a small amount of bright red powder from the vial into the palm of his hand.

I hear all your records were fakes, Dr. Pill said to Skraggers head.

Who said? Skragger screeched. Lies! All lies! Earned every

Dr. Pill blew the red dust into the shrunken heads face. Skragger inhaled most of it, and it set him off on a coughing fit.

How is that possible? Dunk asked. He doesnt have any lungs.

Youre toting around a talking shrunken head on a chain around your neck, and now you want to debate its physiology with me? Dr. Pill permitted himself a smirk.

Whoa! Skragger said. Thats good stuff.

Whats going on? Dunk asked.

Dr. Pill re-corked his vial and then stuffed it into his bag. As he did, Cavre spoke. My most sincere apologies, Dunk. If Id known this was possible, I never would have allowed it.

Known what was possible?

Cavre pointed at Skraggers head as the thing mumbled on about all the pretty orc cheerleaders in its path. That thing, Cavre said. Its telepathic.

Dunks eyes flew wide. Youre kidding.

Im afraid not. It makes sense when you think about it. How could someone as dense as Skragger be such a great Blood Bowl player? Simple. He reads his opponents minds. He could tell what they were going to do as soon as they thought about it.

He knows everything they think? Horror gripped Dunks heart.

Cavre shook his head. Hes a simple orc who can barely construct a sentence. Even if he could read your mind, he probably wouldnt understand most of it  beyond the violence. That he understands, and thats what hes been communicating to Zauberer.

Dunk felt like he might fall over. He stabbed his finger at the thing hanging on his chest. This is how hes been doing it? How Zauberer knows where I am and when Im in danger?

Cavre raised his eyebrows and nodded.

Dunk reached for the head. Im going to stomp this thing into tiny pieces.

No! said Dr. Pill. I just went to a great deal of trouble to drug that little bugger before Zauberer would be able to notice it. Dont you dare wash my work down the drain.

Dunk narrowed his eyes at the apothecary. What did that stuff do to him?

Its a powerful hallucinogenic. It makes him see things that arent there.

And things that are?

He cant distinguish between reality and fantasy at the moment. Hes also highly suggestible.

What exactly does that mean?

The Hackers won the opening coin toss  handled by the only referee both teams could agree on: Rhett Bool  and elected to receive. Dunk trotted down to one end of the field and waited for the All-Stars to kick the ball.

The more he thought about it, the more he knew that Zauberer would probably wait until the worst moment to attack him. He also knew that the wizard had a traitors soul. He saw anyone and anything as expendable in the race to achieve his goals. Hed zap Skragger in an instant.

He wanted to kick himself for not figuring out about the connection between Zauberer and the black orc. Zauberer had been such a horrible shot in that game against the Oldheim Ogres back in Magritta. How had he got to be so deadly accurate? He had a tiny little spotter working for him, helping him call down his ebony bolts from the blue.

Dunk rattled Skraggers chain just for fun and heard the head howl in protest. Yer gonna die! he said. Zappity-zap-zap!

Then the crowd started in on the rising shout that told Dunk the ball would be coming his way soon. When it reached its climax, it ended in a massive, unified shout and then shattered into thousands of cheers.

Dunk spotted the ball spinning end over end through the crisp, afternoon air, arcing right towards him. He spread his arms, and it landed right between them and his chest with a satisfying thump. He turned his head to the right and spotted Rotes Hernd, the Hackers back-up thrower, standing near the sideline, waving her arms at him. Dunk snapped a quick pass to Rotes, who stood behind the protective wall of MGrash and Edgar, and then sprinted upfield.

The first few All-Stars ignored Dunk and chased after the ball instead. Then Dunk heard a chorus of horrifying barks, and he knew that hed attracted the attention of Serby Dawgy-Dawg-Dawg Triomphe, the All-Stars new team captain.

Dunk glanced to his right and saw Serby sprinting after him. The mutant beastmans three canine heads  each with its own black and red helmet, but none with a muzzle  growled in harmony, their eyes blazing red, blue, and green. Drool dripped from each head, slicking down Serbys jersey. Dunk had heard that he had to change jerseys at least four times a game, which close up, didnt seem to be often enough.

Mine! the green-eyed head said. Mine! Mine! Mine!

Catch! the blue-eyed head said. Catch! Catch! Catch!

Kill! the red-eyed head said. Kill! Kill! Kill!

Any one of the heads looked like it could rip one of Dunks arms clean from its socket. Hed seen just that happen in the scouting report Pegleg had prepared before the game too. Serby had taken hold of a doomed orc blitzer playing for the Underworld Creepers. In one blood-soaked blur, the orc had gone from four limbs to a single arm, which still held on to the ball as Serbys three heads scurried off into the dugout to enjoy their hard-earned snacks.

Dunks legs pounded against the Astrogranite, propelling him downfield. He gave thanks that Serbys stride wasnt much faster than his, and that the creatures three heads made him top-heavy. When the beastman got too close, Dunk jinked to one side or the other, and Serbys helmets clashed against each other as he tried to follow Dunks moves.

Dunk knew he couldnt keep this up forever. There was only so much open field around him. Sooner or later, Serby would corner him or get some of the other All-Stars to team up on him, and then Dunk would be doomed.

Look at Hoffnung run! Jims voice said. Thats one way to walk the Dawgy-Dawg-Dawg!

Lets see if Hoffnung has it in him to curb that canine! said Bob. If he cant somehow collar that mutt, hes going to end up having kibble made from his bits!

Dunk spun away from Serbys snapping jaws once again and sprinted towards the end zone. As he did, he glanced back and saw the ball spinning down out of the sky towards him. He reached out his gauntleted hands and caught the pigskin between them.

The crowd cheered. With Dunk scant yards from the goal line, he had a touchdown in the bag  or so it seemed.

Dunk reached up and pulled Skraggers chain from around his neck. As he did, he turned and stopped, standing a mere yard in front of the end zone. I cant believe Im about to score! he shouted. I cant wait to hear the crowd cheer when I do!

Cheer! Skragger said, his tiny eyes focused on something far away. Froth filled his miniature mouth. Make em cheer!

Dunk wrapped the chain around the ball, winding it fast around the spikes. Then he held it up in front of him and waved it at Serby. Here, Dawgy-Dawg-Dawg!

All six of Serbys eyes flashed red at the insult. Their words devolved into nothing more than rabid barking. The beastman charged straight at Dunk with the speed of a runaway mining cart sliding on its way down to hell.

Just as Serby reached him, Dunk said, Here it comes. He gave the ball a little flip into the air and then dived to the side. The ball hung there for a moment, right where he had been. Then Serby crashed into it at full speed and wrapped his arms around it.

Amazing! Jim said, the crowds cheers drowning out his voice. Just as Hoffnung was about to score

A crack of black lightning cut off the announcers comments. The noise sent Dunks ears ringing, and the flash blinded and dazzled him. He smelled something that reminded him of the sausage-on-a-stick vendor just outside the stadium.

He grinned. The plan had worked.

Nuffles gnarled nads! Bobs voice said. Triomphe is gone! Blasted to ashes by a freak bolt of lightning that seemed to come from nowhere! Do the Hackers have a wizard on their side whos not listed on their roster?

Wed better check the replay on that! Jim said. That colour of bolt has been a trademark of Zauberers ever since he stole  I mean, apprehended  No thats not right either. He  ah, forget it!

What was your point again, Jim?

Just this: Since Zauberer stole the Chaos Cup, hes been blasting all of Hoffnungs foes with bolts just like that one, with the same dramatic and messy results.

Does this mean that Zauberers somehow switched sides? Bob asked. How could he have killed Triomphe instead of Hoffnung?

Hold on a moment. We have a report coming in from our intrepid correspondent on the front lines  I mean, the sidelines. Whats up with the All-Stars, L?stiges?

Total chaos, Jim!

Well, thats nothing new. How about we check in with

Wait, Jim! The All-Stars dugout is even more chaotic than normal. As usual, their dugout is shrouded in an impenetrable cloud of blackness, but bodies and parts thereof have been appearing from it ever since that bolt passed through Triomphe, hot enough to blast his shadow onto the Astrogranite beneath him.

Have you been able to get a word in with the coach?

You well know, Bob, that no one has ever interviewed the All-Stars coach  at least not without either dying or falling into a gibbering heap on the spot. Whoever he is, he likes his privacy and has protected it for decades. Even under such unusual circumstances, it seems that he will maintain that secrecy for now.

So, if you cant get into the dugout, and you cant ask anyone any questions, what can you tell us?

Not much, Im afraid. Back to you, Jim!

Thank you, L?stiges, for that confuzzling report!

While the announcers blathered away over the PA system, Dunk shoved himself to his feet and poked around through Triomphes ashes, helmets, and bits of armour, for the remains of the ball. All he could find were a few blackened spikes, a couple of which had melted into steaming lumps of metal.

Dunk discovered even less of Skraggers shrunken head: nothing at all, not a single trace. Wherever the black orc vampire was now, Dunk hoped it hurt.

Bool whistled the play dead when he came to the same conclusion that Dunk had. There was no ball left to be found. The ref signalled for a fresh ball to be thrown in from the sidelines, and one was.

Cavre conferred with Bool and the newly appointed captain of the All-Stars, a squid-headed woman with ink-black eyes, by the name of Kathula Lustcruft. Dunk trotted over to join with the other Hackers on their side of the field, and the All-Star players congregated together on the other.

Whats going on? Dunk asked.

Theyre trying to figure out what to do about the missing ball, Dirk said.

Last time we just had another one thrown in.

The Blood Bowl Tournament organisers got an interpretation of Nuffles Rules that made that illegal, Rotes said.

Whats their bloody alternative then? Edgar asked. Call it a bloody tie only two bloody minutes into the bloody game?

Spiel shook his head. According to the latest dispatch from the Church of Nuffle, ancient scholars delved deep into the apocrypha and came up with a new rule for what to do if such a thing ever happened again. The rookie noticed everyone staring at him. What? Dont you people read what they send you?

Read? MGrash said, scratching his head.

So whats going to happen? Dunk asked. Give us the short version.

That was, Spiel said, scowling. Its called a death match. They put two players in the middle of the field, ten yards apart. Everyone else has to be twenty yards back. Then the ref drops the ball between them and runs for his life.

Nuffles jolly jockstrap, said Guillermo. That will be a mess. How do they decide who enters this match of death?

Thats what I just spent the last minute figuring out, Mr. Reyes, Cavre said as he trotted over from the conference. He looked over at the ogre. Mr. KThragsh, youre up!

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The All-Stars put their largest, meanest player up against MGrash: a headless, slime-skinned troll by the name of Ichorbod. The green-slick thing carried an All-Stars helmet around under his arm like a mother cradling an infant  a starving, undead infant. It stood as tall as MGrash, even without a head atop its shoulders, and its mass was at least equal to the ogres.

As MGrash lined up in his designated spot, the other creature did the same and let loose with a horrifying bellow that made Dunk wish hed taken up a safer sport, like daemon baiting. Cavre stood by the ogre, calming him with a pat on the arm and some words shouted into his ear over the roar of the crowd.

If he has no head, how does he yell like that? Dunk asked.

See that helmet under his arm? Dirk said. Its not empty.

Dunk did a double-take. You mean he carries his own head around in that thing? Thats insane.

Strong words from a man who toted a black orc vampires head about on a chain around his neck for the past year.

Good point.

Cavre trotted back from the centre of the field, where hed left MGrash. He lined up in the centre of the rest of the Hackers, all exactly twenty yards away from the middle of the field. This put him right between Dunk and Dirk.

Get ready, Hackers! Cavre shouted. As soon as that ball drops, it is live! Grab it and go!

What did you tell MGrash? Dunk asked.

To kill the troll. Its not called a Hug Match. Now keep your eyes on that ball. When it squirts out of there, we need to grab it.

You think he can follow those directions?

Kill. Troll. Cavre smiled and shrugged. Its MGrash. I dont know.

Dunk nodded and focused on the new pigskin. He hoped that his stunt with Triomphe had disrupted Zauberers plans enough that hed be able to play the rest of the game without interference from the wizard. At the very least, by getting rid of Skragger, hed removed the bright, red target on his chest.

Bool walked to the centre of the field and held up the new ball. He showed it to the two monstrous players flanking him. A humongous image of it played on the Jumboball looking down on the stadium from the wall behind the northern end zone.

Bool tossed the ball straight up in the air and then galloped out of there as fast as his boots would take him.

Ichorbod ripped the faceguard off his helmet while the ball was still in the air, and then hurled his head straight at MGrash. Distracted by the ball, the ogre didnt see the head coming at him until it hit him in the face, smashing flat a nose that had been broken countless times before.

As MGrash howled in pain, a long, pink tongue lashed out of the helmet and wrapped all the way around his throat. Then it pulled tight, constricting around his windpipe as he tried to claw it off with his thick, stubby fingers.

While MGrash struggled with Ichorbods head, the trolls body lumbered forward and blindly lashed out at the ogre. Its hands found MGrashs arm and locked on. Acrid vapours rose from where the trolls flesh touched that of MGrash, and the ogre howled in pain.

Get that ball! Cavre shouted.

The pigskin thudded in the middle of the field and took a bounce towards the Hackers. Dunk lunged forward, closest to it of anyone, but the choice between grabbing the ball and helping his friend tore at him as he went. In the end, he decided to do both.

Dunk plucked up the ball. It felt good in his hand  clean, a good heft, nicely balanced  the perfect weapon.

Dunk cocked back his arm and leapt up at MGrash, whod staggered backward towards him and the rest of the Hackers line. He grabbed the ogres pauldron and used it to lever himself up high enough that he had a good shot at Ichorbods head. He brought the ball down hard, and the spike on its tip slammed right through the trolls helmet.

Ichorbods body shivered and fell back a step as it released its grip on MGrashs arm, leaving red blisters behind. The creatures head, though, roared around its still-extended tongue. It did not let go.

Wow, Jim! You have to admire a player whos willing to use the ball like that.

You sure do! Too bad it doesnt seem to have done any good. Hoffnung was probably aiming for Ichorbods brain. Those are darn small things to have to find in a skull the size of a trolls!

Dunk yanked the ball from the trolls helmet and cocked back his arm to have another go at lobotomising Ichorbod. If he kept at it, he knew hed strike grey matter soon.

Ichorbods body slammed into MGrash, which sent Dunk toppling to the ground. He tucked the ball under his arm and tumbled away. When he rolled to his feet, he saw that two ram-headed beastmen had knocked the troll into the ogre, and then leapt away before the creatures skin could harm them as well.

MGrash tried to howl in pain, but he couldnt get enough air past Ichorbods tongue. He marched a few tremendous steps and then fell backward, the troll clutching its toxic skin to him.

Over here, Dunk!

The thrower turned and saw Dirk sprinting towards the right sideline and waving an arm at him. No All-Stars had bothered to cover him. When Dunk glanced straight up field, he saw why. They were all coming for him.

Dunk hurled the ball towards Dirk and then turned to run before he even saw if his brother caught it. As he did, he saw MGrash on the ground between him and the other All-Stars, struggling for his life.

Although it seemed like suicide, Dunk charged forward, lowered his shoulder, and dived into MGrashs neck, headfirst, using his helmet as a spear. It smacked into Ichorbods helmet, and something gave way with a wet sound. The head popped free and twirled off towards the onrushing All-Stars.

One of the All-Stars, an orc with a giant crabs arms and pincers, stopped to catch the screaming trolls loose head. The others came at Dunk like an ebony-jerseyed wave.

Dunk braced himself for the impact, but he couldnt have imagined how bad it would be. The two ram-headed All-Stars smashed into him first, sending him flying back and to the ground. Then a man with the body of a bear landed on him, crushing the air from his lungs.

As spots floated before Dunks eyes, Kathula dived at him, the tentacles that dangled from her face wrapping around his helmet, creeping in underneath it, and gripping at his skin. Unable to move his arms or even cry for help, all he could do was watch in panicked terror as her beak-like mouth appeared from among her tentacles and made its way towards his face, its sucker-surfaced tongue flicking out at him like a slavers lash.

One side of the tongue slapped wet and warm against Dunks cheeks and stuck there. Then it started to pull him in towards the black beak, which flexed in anticipation of biting into his flesh. The tip of the tongue flailed free, searching, pressing for a way between Dunks lips and into his mouth.

Then Kathulas tongue pulled free from Dunks face, pocking his skin as it left. The rest of her tentacles followed along with her tongue, and then the two ram-headed linemen disappeared as well. Still flat on his back, Dunk saw MGrash grinning down at him and offering him a hand up.

Thanks, big guy. I thought the ram-men and noodle-face there were going to make a cheap lunch out of me.

Salright.

Dunk glanced around and saw his attackers getting up and starting to circle him and MGrash again. Doesnt anyone around here ever play the ball any more? he asked.

Touchdown, Hackers! Jims voice said. What an amazing play. Dirk Heldmanns pass to Rhett Cavre put the ball way down the field, and then Cavre worked his foot magic to break three tackles  and a couple of arms  to get into the end zone!

Its that kind of attention to basics  things like scoring points  that has always served the Hackers well. If they can avoid the All-Stars Total Ponent Kill strategy, they should be able to win this game.

L?stiges chipped in at that point. I just finished talking with Dr. Shnahps Magillicutty, the team apothecary for the All-Stars. He says he thinks the team will abandon the TPK tactics now. With Dr. Pill on the Hackers side, its likely the team could manage to outlast the All-Stars. If so, the game would come down to points, and with the Hackers already up by a touchdown, the All-Stars have some catching up to do.

Good point, L?stiges. It would be great to see a game based upon the classic scoring strategies rather than total annihilation. Call me old-fashioned if you like

Youre six hundred years old, Bob! said Jim. Of course youre old-fashioned.

Maybe. And maybe I just like yelling, Touchdown! 

Well, you have to admit, it does have a certain ring to it.

Dunk trotted back to the Hackers end of the field to line up for the kick-off, a grin on his face. Cavres score couldnt have come at a better time. For the first time all day, he started to think about more than just surviving the game. If things continued to go this well, they might just win.

Dont go thinking about victory yet, Cavre shouted out to the other players as they got into position, almost as if he could read Dunks mind. The thought made the thrower nervous for a moment. He hadnt suspected that Skragger was telepathic. Could he have missed something with his teams captain too?

No, Cavre called over to Dunk. You just wear every emotion you have on your face.

Remind me not to play pogre with you.

Cavre held up his arm to signal the others to get ready. Then he charged up to the ball and booted it towards the distant end zone. It arced through the sky and came down in the arms of a lizardman called Tzun Su, who had a bright orange crest that ran along the top of his skull.

The lizardman reminded Dunk a bit of Sseth Skinshucker, whod played for the All-Stars last year. His career had ended after MGrash had tossed him into the stands in Magritta. The fans there had skinned the creature alive and made, from later accounts, five sets of quality boots from his scales. Sseth had survived the incident and later claimed one of the pairs of boots for himself as a memento of his playing days.

Dunk hung back to cover the All-Star catchers who raced down the field. As they raced towards him, MGrash and Edgar led the charge against them. On their way towards the lizardman, they trampled a beetle-headed man  one Kanz Frafka  under their feet as if he were nothing more than a giant cockroach caught unwillingly in a game not of his own design  and then paying the ultimate price.

An eagle-headed creature with wings for arms flapped towards Dunk, his feet almost leaving the ground as he sped along. The thrower threw himself forward to check the catcher, whose uniform read Sam, but the birdman skirted away from Dunks check and left him clutching air.

Downfield, Edgar put his branches in the lizardmans face, giving him nowhere to throw the ball. As the treeman started to gloat, Tzun Su darted his head forward and spit fire from deep in his gullet.

The flames incinerated some of Edgars leaves and ignited his smaller branches. The treeman let loose a terrified scream that made Dunk think he might never care to go into a forest alone again. Then he began to dash back and forth across the field, looking for some kind of relief.

Under Cavres direction, MGrash slammed into Edgar from behind and knocked him over. As the treeman toppled to the ground, the ogre yelled, Timberrrr! This did nothing for the bug-eyed goblin caught underneath Edgars bulk as he fell.

The poor creature chattered madly as its legs were crushed. This rose to a fevered pitch as MGrash began to roll Edgar back and forth on the ground like a rolling pin, trying to put the flames out. By the time he succeeded, the goblin was little more than a nice, flat sheet of reddish paste that had been baked solid by the burning treemans heat.

Cookie? MGrash asked as he scooped up the hot goblin/baked goodie.

Dunk didnt see what happened next. He saw the ball appear in the air high above the field, and he angled towards Sam to try to intercept the pass.

It wasnt a good throw, but the kind Pegleg liked to call a wounded parrot, and Dunk had the angle on it. All he had to do was jump up a little at the last second, and the ball would be his.

The sound of a massive bird cry from behind him almost sent Dunk diving to the Astrogranite instead. He managed to keep his composure long enough to jump for the ball as hed planned, but as his fingers reached up, a taloned foot reached down and snagged it as the beating of wings sounded in Dunks ears.

Dunk looked up and cursed. Sams wings were more than just for looks. The creature had made it into the air and was now winging back around for a shot at his end zone. Dunk leapt up to try to grab Sam, but his fingers closed only on air. A moment later, the eagleman, having gained enough height, went into a power dive that deposited him and the ball right in the middle of his end zone.

Touchdown, All-Stars! Bob said. Yep, I never do get tired of that word! Touchdown!

That hardly seems fair, said Jim. The birdman there was flying! Blood Bowl isnt one of those sissy games wizards play on the backs of broomsticks. Its down and dirty action! Three yards and a cloud of dust! Ploughing divots out of the Astrogranite! It stays on the ground!

Spoken like someone who cant fly! Bob said.

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The All-Stars and the Hackers stymied each other for the rest of the half. Sam kept his flying to a minimum, but only when Rhett Bool wasnt looking his way. During one harrowing play, the eagleman dived into Edgars upper branches in an effort to strip the ball from the treeman. He only ended up coming away with some bark, but ever after that Edgar chased the creature around the field, ignoring the ball unless it happened to cross his path.

When the whistle blew and the Hackers trotted back down the tunnel to their locker room, no one said a word. Ever since their early score, the game had been one frustration after another for them, and the Hackers were worn and tired.

What in Nuffles nine original divisions is going on out there? Pegleg demanded as the players sat down on their benches once again. These scurvy dogs finally decide to give us a real ball game, and you bilge rats cant be bothered to make them pay for it?

Were down to only ten players, Dirk said as he poured a tankard of water over his head. Plus, it turns out the All-Stars arent all that bad when they actually play.

 Not all that bad? Peglegs eyes grew large and showed whites all around. These are the Chaos All-Stars were talking about here! Theyre nothing but bad! We need to go out there and punish them like the evil beasts they are!

Coach? Dunk said. When Pegleg turned his furious eyes on him, he instantly regretted saying a word, but this game was too important for him to back down. Are you just going to yell at us, or do you have a plan?

Peglegs face turned bright red, and spittle sputtered from his lips. He raised his hook as if looking for something soft and yielding to plunge it into  like a beating heart. Then he managed some small amount of control over himself, just enough to speak. He spat each word out with a precision that said that to do otherwise might cause him to explode.

What, Mr. Hoffnung, would you have us do?

I have some ideas.

The Hackers kicked the ball off to start the second half. It arced down towards the All-Stars, and Sam the eagleman leapt into the air and snatched it.

Dunk stood right where he was, not making a move, while he watched Cavre, Edgar, and MGrash stomp down the field after the ball. The rest of the Hackers gathered around him.

Dunk peered over their helmets and saw that the two ram-headed All-Stars had challenged the referee to a head-butting match right after hed blown the whistle to start the half. As an ex-player himself, Bool managed to gore one of the creatures with his horns before the other laid him flat on his back.

With the ref out of the picture, Sam beat his wings and gained altitude. MGrash jumped up and made a grab at the eagleman, but fell short.

Sam takes the kick-off, and hes got nothing but daylight in front of him! Bobs voice said. The All-Stars seem to have come up with a spectacular plan during halftime. If they keep this up, we can put this game into the record books right now.

The All-Stars are turning this into a game of broomball! Jim said. I dont like it, and the fans dont either! A rousing chorus of boos and hisses confirmed the commentators opinion. Drop the airborne routine, All-Stars! We came here to see Blood Bowl!

Cocky from his clear shot at success, Sam performed a barrel roll, spinning his wings as an insult to Jim and the fans. This put him straight on course for Edgar, who raised his branches up high over his head.

The eagleman let loose the screech of a predator bird spotting its prey. He dived straight for Edgar, planning to skim the tops of the treemans branches and prove that literally no one could touch him.

As Sam zoomed in hard and fast, Edgar flung a shimmering something between his arms. It glinted like a spiders web in the clear sunlight.

Sam spied the thing at the last second and tried to pull up, but it was too late. He hurtled straight into the mithril net the Halfling Titans had given to Edgar.

The net engulfed the eagleman, and the momentum of his sudden stop knocked Edgar to the ground. The treeman kept his grip on the net and brought it and its occupant down along with him.

The net rolled into a tight ball around Sam as he struggled to break free. He failed to do so before the net slammed into the Astrogranite and knocked him senseless.

Thats one way to ground all flights in and out of Emperor Stadium! Bob said.

The ball squirted free from the net and took a Hacker bounce. Rotes dashed forward and scooped it up. Standing alone in the middle of the field, she saw the rest of the All-Stars charging at her, and she froze.

Stick to the plan! Dunk shouted. Throw the ball!

Rotes broke the hold her terror had on her, spun and hurled the ball back towards the other players, who still stood huddled in the middle of the field. Anfager reached up and dragged it down into the scrum like a frog snatching and swallowing an errant fly.

All right, Dunk said. Break!

The Hackers burst out of the huddle, each in a different direction. They left only one player still standing there, clutching something under his arms.

The All-Stars ignored the other players and went for the stationary one, who seemed to be just standing there with the ball, daring them to try to hurt him. They were happy to oblige.

I smell something up here, Jim. Do you have any idea who number 18 is for the Hackers? He looks like hes pleading for a quick death!

I dont have him listed on my roster. L?stiges?

Coach Haken tells me hes a last-minute addition to the roster, a new rookie whos never seen a minute of play!

It looks like our man of mystery might only see a minute of play! said Jim. Here come the All-Stars!

Dunk glanced back over his shoulder and saw three of the Chaos players slam into number 18 at once. They knocked him flat on his back and piled on top of him, trying to crush the life from him with the weight of their bodies. A moment later, they leapt to their feet, howling.

Can you see whats going on down there, L?stiges?

Its a huge mess, Bob. Whatever number 18 was holding down there, it wasnt a ball! When the All-Stars hit him, it burst, and the contents of  it looks like a canvas sack  went everywhere. Oh, gods! The smell is awful!

Dunk grinned as an image of number 18 flashed up on the Jumboball above the end zone before him. Inside the spare set of armour, Lehrer had just been awakened by the horrible scent of the gunk that had coated nearly every part of him. As the old man tried in vain to wipe away the cast-offs of Dr. Pills overused healing potions, he started to scream.

Amazing! Bob said. But if that wasnt the real ball in number 18s hands, then where is it?

Look! said Jim. Hoffnungs heading for the goal line, and theres only one All-Star who can stop him!

Where you goin? Ichorbod asked as he stomped between Dunk and the end zone.

Dunk skidded to a halt, nearly sliding into the acid-skinned troll. Nowhere special, the thrower said, putting up his hands to show they were empty. I dont have the ball. Im just decoy number two.

It took Dunk a moment to remember the trolls voice couldnt have come from the area above his shoulders. He looked straight ahead and saw Ichorbods face grinning at him from where his slime-covered body held it right between his outstretched hands.

Dont care, Ichorbod said. Yer dead.

Dunk reached out and grabbed the trolls helmet by the edges of the rim that framed the creatures face. Dont! he said, falling to his knees. Please! You cant kill me! I have too much to live for. I have five kids back home! Im  Im pregnant!

The troll stared out at Dunk, dumbfounded, which wasnt a big mental leap for him. The throwers outburst had confused it so much it didnt hear the thunderous footsteps approaching over the crowds raucous cheers.

Touchdown, Hackers! Bobs voice said. Heldmann strolls into the end zone untouched! I love this game!

Before Ichorbod could turn to see the replay on the Jumboball, MGrashs spike-cleated boot came rushing at him. At the last second, Dunk snatched his arms back, and MGrash punted the trolls severed head up and away.

Dunk scrambled backward away from Ichorbods body, eager to escape its final efforts at senseless violence. As he did, he watched the trolls head soar past the fans in the nosebleed seats and nearly knock a circling gull from the cloudless sky. It arced out over the stadiums upper edge, and was gone.

Ichorbods body tripped on something and toppled to the Astrogranite. It lay there for a moment, and then started to beat its fists and feet against the ground like a massive, acid-skinned toddler in the middle of a monstrous tantrum.

Thanks, big guy, Dunk said to MGrash as they trotted back to their end of the field for their next kick-off.

Dunkel safe! the ogre said with a tusk-filled grin. We win!

Not yet, Dunk said. Above them, the scoreboard changed to show the new tally: All-Stars 1, Hackers 2. But its a good start.

When Dunk got into position, he turned and saw the All-Stars leading Ichorbods body into the dead centre of the field. As they did, a figure in black robes strode out onto the field, bearing in his arms a massive, fanged skull mounted atop a short stand covered with smaller skulls.

Dunk stared for a moment. He recognised Zauberer, but he couldnt imagine what the wizard could be thinking, walking right onto the field in the middle of the biggest game of the year. Whatever it was, it couldnt be good.

Stop him! Dunk said as he dashed ahead. We have to stop him!

Ten of the All-Stars stepped forward between the Hackers and Zauberer. They formed a wall through which the Hackers would have to fight to stop the wizards plot. Dunk led the charge, launching himself at the crab-armed man who stood closest to him.

Zauberer set the Chaos Cup down on top of Ichorbods chest and withdrew a pair of black-bladed knives from the sleeves of his robes. As he did, the two ram-headed men leaned over the cup to peer into it. The cups handles lashed out and snared the beastmen, holding them fast. They bleated in terror and tried to pull free, but they could not manage it before Zauberer ducked in with his blades and slit their throats.

As the lifeblood of the ram-men flowed into the cups main bowl, the skulls around the base rolled off and began to burrow into Ichorbods torso with their vicious, sharp teeth. The troll flailed about, trying to keep itself from being devoured alive, but it couldnt seem to shake a single one of the skulls from its flesh. Each of them had found an unbreakable purchase and continued to gnaw at the trolls sinews until long after it had stopped fighting them.

One of the crab-armed mans claws caught Dunk around his left bicep and started to pinch. The thrower shoved down hard and wedged his pauldron into the claw to keep it from clipping his arm in half. Still, the pressure started to bend the armour, and Dunk howled in pain.

Desperate, Dunk began pounding the crab-armed man in the face. Each blow seemed like it should have been enough to knock the All-Star senseless or dead, but the mans mutated arms kept holding on.

Dunk stopped punching the man for a moment and realised that he was unconscious or worse, but his claw had not unclenched. He pulled and yanked at the claw in frustration, but it refused to give. MGrash reached over and tore the claw from the All-Stars arm, then jammed his fingers into the pincer and pried it loose.

Dunk rubbed his arm as he sprang free. Thanks! he said, staring at the ogre as he looked down at the monstrous crab claw in his hands. I owe you a tub of butter!

Dunk spun around and spotted Zauberer standing over a skeleton, holding the Chaos Cup aloft in his hands. Even as Dunk watched, the trolls flesh started to re-grow on its bones, knitting them together once again. He wondered what had happened to the smaller skulls, since none of them were around the trophys base, or attacking Ichorbods torso any longer.

Then he spotted the last of the small skulls emerge from the trolls ribcage with something pulsing between its savage teeth. Defying gravity, it tumbled up the wizards robes and over the rim of the Chaos Cup.

We are ready, o mighty Khorne, for your sacred embrace! Zauberer shouted.

The sky turned to blood, and everyone screamed.

31

One moment, Dunk stood in Emperor Stadium in Altdorf, in the heart of the Empire, the seat of power and culture in the Old World. The next, he and everyone else in the stadium  including the entire building  were somewhere else.

Dunk didnt know how he knew that it wasnt just that the sky had changed colour. Perhaps it was the hot, humid air, or the stench of blood and brimstone, or the foul taste of ashes in his mouth. Or perhaps it was the screams of the more than one hundred thousand people in the stadium with him, who all sounded as if their souls had been ripped from their flesh.

Whatever it was, he knew he was somewhere else, and he couldnt stop screaming about it either.

In the entire stadium, only Zauberers voice wasnt screeching in horror. Instead, the wizard had thrown back his head and started to laugh.

Dunk thought hed never heard anything so evil in his entire life. He covered his ears and cringed at the sound.

As he did, he saw Ichorbods body pull itself to its feet, only it didnt look anything like Ichorbod any more. Its skin had the same wet sheen, but it was crimson coloured now, and it had a head.

Dunk had never seen the face on that head before. Hed heard it described, and hed known there and then that he preferred to know nothing more about it. Hed tried to do many things to remove those descriptions from his head, but nothing, not sleep, not drink, no oblivion but death could help. And now that face stared down at him and smiled as it opened its mouth and took a deep breath.

Next to the creatures laugh, Zauberers seemed little worse than the giggles of a happy child.

Khorne. It could only be Khorne.

By all thats unholy, Bobs voice said, the Blood God has come to life in Ichorbods corpse!

I think thats an illegal substitution, said Jim, but since Bools cowering under the Hackers bench, I dont see how hes going to call it!

The All-Stars gathered around Khorne  or at least his avatar brought to life in Ichorbods flesh  and fell to their knees before him. The Blood God waved his hand over each of them, and they transformed. Their armour writhed around them, as did their flesh.

One by one, the All-Stars rose once more. Their black armour glistened as if with wet paint, but Dunk knew without touching it that it now seeped ebony-coloured blood. Their skin all mirrored that of Khorne himself, shining red as if their epidermises had been stripped away. Their eyes glowed as if lit from within by the fires of hell.

Beyond the stadiums rim, Dunk saw dark mountains gathered round the place. These towered over the people, like dead gods forced to bear witness to the atrocities that would be carried out within. Red-gold lightning lit the roiling crimson clouds that scudded overhead as if carried by a hurricane bringing a storm of blood.

Between the flashes of lightning and the terrified rolls of thunder that seemed like the moans of a million cursed souls, Dunk realised he could see, high above the highest seats, a ring of floating lights illuminating the stadium with a hellish glow. Dunk recognised these as the new lamps that had once surrounded the arena in a tremendous circle  the ones paid for by the Guterfiends.

Whats that L?stiges?

I said, according to Hacker apothecary Dr. Pill, it seems that Schlechter Zauberer has transported the entirety of Emperors Stadium to the Realm of Chaos, home of such legendary chaos lords as Nurgle and Khorne!

Stunning! said Bob. Just like we told you before the game folks, this is one Blood Bowl final you cannot afford to miss!

Are we still broadcasting via Cabalvision? asked Jim. I know Im an ogre, but that doesnt seem possible!

Its all done with the latest in camra magic, said Bob. Remember that Zauberer destroyed the old camras in the semi-final game that pitted the All-Stars against the Badlands Buccaneers. Wolf Sports had them replaced with the finest camras available! These babies can transmit our Cabalvision feeds across unlimited distances, even to hell and back it seems!

Dunk fell back and found himself standing with the other Hackers on the field in an impromptu huddle. Looking around to see his friends by his side helped to calm his pounding heart. He reached out and put his hand on Dirks shoulder. His brother glanced back at him, and Dunk saw the fear ebb in his eyes. Then he gave Dunk a reckless grin, and the two clasped hands. No matter what they had to face, theyd face it together. Dunk only wished that Spinne could be there too.

Khorne raised his hands and brought them down in a cutting motion. Every scream in the stadium stopped, and an eerie silence reigned over the entire place. Even Bob and Jim had quit their chattering.

People of Altdorf, Khorne said. Although the Blood God didnt raise his voice, Dunk could hear him perfectly, and he had no doubt that everyone else in the stadium could as well. In the absence of the deafening screams, Dunk was surprised that everyone couldnt hear the blood rushing through his veins as well.

My servant Zauberer has completed the ritual that activates the Chaos Cup. My followers placed this with your people centuries ago. It is now carrying out its true purpose.

My champions will play your champions in this sacred game handed down to you by means of Nuffle and his writings. If your champions win, you and your stadium will return to your home realm.

Khorne gestured to the ensorcelled All-Stars. If my champions win, your realm will become mine.

No, Dunk whispered.

Wow! said Bob. Thats the deal of a lifetime  for Khorne!

Dunk stepped forward. No way! he said, the words leaping from him before he could pause to consider the creature at which they were directed. You can take your deal and shove it!

The crowd cheered.

We wont do it, Dunk said. We wont play!

It seems that Hoffnung has lost his mind! said Jim. Hes refusing to go along with the Blood Gods deal!

Khorne stared down at Dunk with his glowing, unblinking eyes. Dunk wondered if the Blood God would bleed him dry there on the spot. Then Khorne threw back his head and laughed. The sound felt like knives in Dunks ears.

If you refuse to play, you will be my guests here in my realm forever, Khorne said. Then he crossed his arms on his chest and stood as still as a statue.

Pegleg ran out onto the field, with Slick and Dr. Pill trailing in his wake. Mr. Hoffnung, he said. When the Blood God says, play ball, you play ball!

Coach, Dunk said. We cant. Theyll kill us either way. If we lose, Altdorf and maybe the whole of the Empire  possibly the world  becomes Khornes. This way, he only gets a stadium full of souls instead of everyone alive.

Thats a fine theory, Zauberer said, calling over from where he stood in Khornes shadow, but sooner or later, some of you will crack, and then we will have a game!

He has a point, said Dirk. Id rather play them while were still fresh. A few days from now, we may be too weak to have any hope.

We dont have any hope now! Dunk said. Look around you! Have you seen where we are? Do you see who we have to play? We are doomed!

Someone wrapped her arms around Dunk from behind. No, Dunk, said Spinne. There is always hope.

Dunk gasped, spun around and took the woman in his arms. What are you doing here? he asked, half thrilled and half terrified. Hugging her tight, he saw his father standing behind her, nodding his support.

I held out hope, Spinne said, for you. I hoped that if you won this game, you might consider retiring. I wanted to be here to see that happen, to cheer you on, even if you might never have known I was here.

Dunk gaped at the woman for a moment, and then kissed her tenderly. You are the most amazing person Ive ever met.

Ditto, Spinne said with a toothsome grin. Now what do you say we kick that Blood Gods ass?

Hey, said Slick, if youre going to rejoin the team, Id like to renegotiate your contract!

Belay that, said Pegleg. Well renew our old agreement, or Ill toss you into the arms of Khorne as a blood sacrifice before the game begins.

Were still short some players, captain, Cavre said. We lost a few in that last drive.

Who do we have left?

Hoffnung, Heldmann, KThragsh, Reyes, Edgar, Spiel, Anfager, Hernd, now Sch?nheit, and myself.

Thats ten, Pegleg said, scratching yet another hole in his yellow tricorn hat. We only need one more for a full team.

Ill give it a try if you dont mind, L?gner said.

Father! Dirk and Dunk said at the same time.

Thanks, my sons, for pointing out that Im old enough to make these sorts of decisions on my own. I used to be one hell of a brawler back in my day, and Ive had the occasion to put those skills to use over the past few years.

Who else would be mad enough to give it a go? asked Pegleg. He stuck out his hand towards L?gner, who shook it. Welcome aboard, sir!

Slick stuck up a hand to say something about negotiating a salary, but a scowl from Pegleg shut him up.

All right, Dunk said. Thats eleven players, but I still dont like our odds. Were talking about playing against a Chaos Lord. How can we even tackle him? What else can we do to even things up?

How are the All-Stars doing? asked Spinne. They were down to nine players before Khorne took over Ichorbod.

Is that nine with or without Ichorbod? asked Guillermo.

Without.

Does that make sense? He never did leave the field  most of him, at least.

Spinne arched an eyebrow at Guillermo. Given that MGrash kicked his head so hard that its probably now floating down the Reik, I was comfortable counting him out.

Guillermo nodded, and then noticed that all the other players were staring at him. He shrugged. I just wanted to be sure.

Theyre putting someone into a uniform, Rotes said. Its that man we propped up here at the start of the half.

Lehrer? Dunk said. He peered around the Blood God and saw Kathula and the bear-bodied All-Star stuffing Lehrer into a black suit of armour. As they cinched the straps around him, an evil grin grew on his face.

It makes sense, said L?gner with scorn. The Guterfiends have worshipped Khorne for decades, and he was in their pocket.

Dirk stared at his father in disbelief. Thats a glass castle youre standing in there.

Hey, I gave it up. L?gner gazed up at Khorne. Look what it got me.

Theyre still short a player, Anfager said. Think we can get them to forfeit?

Pegleg shook his head. Theyll find someone they can press into service, have no doubt. He glanced down at his hook. Daemons excel at that sort of thing.

Look at this! said Jim. The Game Wizards are coming in to break up this shindig! Theyll set things straight!

Jim, Bob said, I dont know what it is youve been smoking over there since we ended up in the Realms of Chaos, but youd better damn well share it!

Thats not me! said Jim. Thats the networks Censer Wizard, whos in charge of keeping our broadcast clean. The smoke is coming out of his ears!

Dunk spotted Blaque and Whyte running across the field towards them. Right! the dwarf said as they trotted up. You didnt have a team wizard. Now you have two.

Dunk coughed in surprise.

You cant do that, Dirk said. It violates the GWs neutrality.

Blaque glanced over at Khorne, who still stood waiting. Can anyone blame us if we ignore a few picky regulations at this point? he asked Whyte.

I dont see how, said the elf.

Fair enough, then, said Blaque as he turned to Pegleg. Were with you now.

Were still going to get slaughtered, Dunk said. We cant play against a Chaos Lord.

Spinne and L?gner started to protest Dunks lack of faith, but Pegleg cut them off. The young Mr. Hoffnung has a point.

The ex-pirate pivoted on his wooden leg and strode out towards midfield. He stopped ten yards short of Khorne. Ahoy, the Blood God! he said.

Khorne bowed his head to look down at the man. You are ready?

The Bad Bay Hackers accept your challenge and will play on your terms  with one exception.

Which is?

You must sit on the sidelines and not interfere with the game, except as a coach.

Khorne unfolded his arms and cracked his knuckles. They made a sound like claps of thunder. Why?

We are but mortals and can barely tolerate your mighty presence. If you are on the field, you cannot play.

Plus, Dr. Pill said, strolling up behind the coach, the Chaos Cups spell requires your champions to beat ours. If you play, you technically cannot be considered a champion. You run the risk of negating the spell and everything youve worked for.

Khorne stared down at the two men. For a moment, Dunk thought he might smite them dead right there.

Instead, an evil smile played across his face. Standard rules. Sudden death, he said.

Done, Pegleg said without hesitation.

A moment later, Ichorbods body fell away from Khorne as if the Blood Gods own form  which then revealed itself  had turned as insubstantial as that of a ghost. It crashed to the ground at an awkward angle, leaving Khorne floating there in the air in all his gory glory.

Khorne slowly settled to the ground. He snapped a salute at the Hackers and then stomped back to the All-Stars dugout. The ground shook as he walked, and he left wide pools of blood behind in every footstep.

Wow, folks! Bobs voice said. It looks like we have a game here!

And not just any game, said Jim. The only game Ive ever been to where the fate of the Empire rests on its outcome!

Not to mention all our lives! L?stiges chipped in.

Always looking on the dark side, arent you? said Bob. Ive been dead for centuries!

As Khorne left the field, Zauberer strode up to Ichorbods headless form. Once there, he removed something from a pocket deep within his robes and waved it over the stump of the creatures neck.

Whats that bastard doing? asked Dirk.

I dont know, Dunk said with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, but it cant be good.

Zauberer pulled out a knife with his other hand and sliced open Ichorbods neck stump. As the blood flowed hot and free from it, he jammed the thing in his hand into the wound. He chanted a few words over it, and then stepped back to admire his work.

One of Ichorbods legs twitched, then the other. Soon the entire body convulsed to a spastic beat no one else could hear. Then it stopped.

The body pushed itself up on its arms and then climbed to its feet. As it did, Dunk saw a small sphere sticking up out of the centre of the neck. From this distance, he couldnt make out what it was, but he had the awful feeling it was staring right at him.

Then he heard a pitiful squeak, and he knew what Zauberer had done. Despite the stifling heat in this horrible realm, he shivered.

Can we get a close-up on Ichorbods neck there? asked Bob. Thanks!

The image on the Jumboball zoomed in at the top of the troll. Dunk watched it until he could pick out a confirmation of his fears. There, stuck atop the stump of Ichorbods neck, sat Skraggers shrunken head. The vampiric orcs skull must have gone flying in the blast from the bolt of lightning that had incinerated Triomphe, and Zauberer had used his magic to locate and collect it.

Dear Nuffles nasties! Jim said. Its Skragger, the black orc legend and former captain of the Chaos All-Stars! Hes back!

And looking better  if far stranger  than ever! Bob said.

Skragger flexed the muscles on his huge, new, acid-skinned body and grinned up at his image on the Jumboball.

Thats right! Skragger growled with an insane grin. And the Hackers are dead!

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Rhett Bool limped into the centre of the field. One of his horns had been snapped in half, and the end of it was missing. Captains! he said, his voice carried over the PA system. Please meet in the centre of the field for the coin toss!

Cavre trotted over to the minotaur referee, while Skragger stomped there from the other side of the field. Cavre offered his hand, but Skragger refused to take it and snarled at him instead.

We are playing by the standard rules, but the game will be sudden death. The first score wins the game. Bool glanced up at the blood-red, lightning-traced sky. Here, the All-Stars are considered the home team. The visiting team calls the coin toss in the air.

Bool pointed at Cavre. Orcs or Eagles? he said, and flipped the coin into the air.

Eagles! Cavre called out.

Orcs! said Bool.

The crowd groaned as one.

Do you wish to kick-off or receive? Bool asked Skragger.

The creature showed his fangs with a horrible grin. Receive.

We will take the south end of the field, Carve said, pointing back to where the Hackers already stood. He glanced at the mountain faces leering down at the game. If that means anything here.

Cavre called the Hackers to him before they scattered to their positions.

This is bad, he said, but not insurmountable, as they will have the ball first. The good thing is that they will start deep in their own territory. We cannot let them score.

This is no time to settle old fights. We must take the ball from them as fast as we can. Once we have it, we must put it in the end zone.

Cavre gazed at each of the Hackers in turn. This is no ordinary game, but you are no ordinary players. I am proud to have served as your captain. Now, lets kick some ass!

Go Hackers! the players shouted in response.

The Hackers trotted out to their positions. Dunk showed L?gner where to stand, in a spot just ahead of his own and to one side. While Pegleg had parlayed with Khorne, L?gner had borrowed a suit of armour from a fallen Hacker and donned it with Dirks help. Spinne had done the same.

You do this for a living? L?gner asked, a worried smile on his face. I thought I raised you better than that.

Mother raised us, said Dunk.

Right, L?gner said. Dunk noticed his hands shaking.

Its okay, Father, Dunk said. Well get through this.

L?gner tried to smile. Youre a good son, Dunk.

Hey, Dirk said from a few yards away, what about me?

Your problem, said Dunk, is youre too much of a suck-up.

Dirk stalked over and pulled both his brother and their father into a quick embrace. Its good to be back in business with you two, he said before jogging back to his position.

Spinne, who had the spot in front of Dunk and opposite L?gner, turned and blew Dunk a kiss through her helmet. See you after the game, she said.

Then Bool blew the whistle, and Cavre signalled for the Hackers to get ready. The crowd watched in silence, too terrified to bother with their long-standing traditions.

Cavre laid into the ball, and it sailed far down the field. He led the charge after it, with the Hackers running in his wake.

The ball tumbled into Skraggers hand, and the blitzer spurred his new body into action. MGrash headed straight for him, while Edgar hung back a bit, hoping to intercept any pass the All-Star captain might attempt.

Dunk raced along behind his father. He appreciated his fathers valiant offer to take the field with his sons, but he knew he didnt have the experience they did. If he got into trouble, Dunk wanted to be able to help him.

Of course, taking the ball and winning the game ranked far more important than L?gners life. After all, if the Hackers failed to manage those things, far more people than Dunks father would suffer.

Still, Dunk kept an eye on L?gner anyhow.

MGrash roared as he slammed into Skragger, and the All-Star captain bellowed in response. The noise echoed throughout the stadium, and the fans screamed, although whether in terror or excitement Dunk could not say.

A sleek skaven raced through the Hackers, hunting for a clear part of the field so he could get open for a pass. L?gner charged at the rat-man, whose eyes glowed red, just like those of the rest of the All-Stars.

While KThragsh mixes it up with Skragger near the All-Stars end zone, Morty Maus makes a break for daylight near the other end of the field, Bob said. Morty is new to the All-Stars this year, having been drafted to fill the shoes of his cousin, Macky, the All-Stars captain who was killed in a game against the Hackers in last years Spike! Magazine Tournament.

Amazing! How can you say all that without taking a breath? Jim asked.

I dont breathe at all! the vampire said.

Morty seemed faster than Dunk remembered him. He moved with a surety the rookie hadnt shown earlier in the game, and he showed no signs of exerting himself, despite sprinting up the field at top speed.

L?gner threw himself at the skaven, and Morty stiff-armed him for his trouble. L?gner fell back as if hed hit a brick wall, and lay there, unmoving.

Dunk knew he was the only player standing between Morty and the end zone. He couldnt stop to check on his father. He had to concentrate on the skaven.

As Dunk closed with Morty, he looked into the skavens eyes, which glowed red under his helmet. Right then, Dunk knew that Morty wasnt there any more. Just as Khorne had taken over Ichorbods frame, a lesser daemon had possessed Mortys body and made him stronger and faster than ever.

At the last instant, Dunk dived under Mortys outstretched claw and slid along the Astrogranite at the creature, lashing out at him with his feet. The move surprised the skaven, who failed to even attempt to leap over Dunks legs.

Morty tripped over Dunk at full speed and cartwheeled into the ground. The impact knocked off his helmet, and Dunk heard the telltale, sickening sound of at least one of the skavens limbs snapping.

The Hacker thrower rolled to his feet and looked back to where hed been. His father was already standing up, and staggering towards the next All-Star coming at him.

Lower your shoulder! Dunk shouted at him. If you stand straight up, theyll just

Dunk cut himself off when he spotted the ball arcing out over the field at him. Skragger had clearly meant the throw for Morty, but with the skaven down and possibly even out, Dunk had a clear shot at it. He leapt up into the air and felt the ball bend back his fingers and then stick between then.

Dunk hauled the ball down and landed in a crouch. When he did, he saw the bear-bodied All-Star slam into L?gner. Dunks father either hadnt heard his sons advice or hadnt bothered to heed it. When the All-Star hit him, hed not only been standing up, but hed been backpedalling to get in front of his opponent.

L?gner went flying backward and landed near Dunks feet.

Dunk wanted to help his father, but he couldnt just hand the ball over to the All-Stars. He scanned downfield and couldnt find a single Hacker open for a pass.

Cavre had become embroiled in a mass pile-up in the centre of the field. He couldnt possibly break free in time.

Spinne had managed to get past the jam in the middle of the field, but Kathula was covering her like a blanket. Dunk didnt even know if Spinne could see through the tentacles the squid-headed woman was waving in her face.

Dunk thought about tucking the ball under his arm and making a run for it. Chances were good hed get stuck in the middle, just like Cavre, though, and it would mean leaving his father to the tender mercies of the bear-bodied All-Star, and another whod just broken out of the mess: Lehrer.

The sight of his familys former servant made the decision for Dunk. He cocked his arm back and fired the football off like a bullet. It skated over the heads of the players in the scrum and angled straight for Spinne, but when she reached up for it, it kept on going. It was far too high for her or Kathula to catch. In the end, it disappeared into the stands, where the fans swallowed it behind their bodies.

It looks like the Hoffnung family reunion is about to be over! Jim said. Bik Dutkus is about to lay a bear-style body slam on the senior Hoffnungs chest.

Ive seen Dutkus burst open chests with that move before. Its a real heartbreaker!

Dunk charged forward just as the bear-bodied All-Star raised his arms and leapt from his feet, aiming to land flat atop the stunned L?gner, and put a quick end to his short career. Dunk hit Dutkus right in the ribs as he came down, knocking him clear of his fallen father.

What a hit! Bob said. The last time I saw someone get knocked around like that was when I had dinner at your house last Friday, Jim!

My baby girls usually much more gentle than that with our guests, I swear!

As Dunk scrambled to his feet, he noticed where Dutkus had sliced open L?gners exposed forearm, splattering blood everywhere. Before he had the time to wonder why, Lehrer came at him.

Dunk took his own advice and bent low and came up under his old teachers attack. He shoved his forearm up under Lehrers helmet and hit him with everything he had.

Lehrers helmet went flying off, leaving his head still attached to his shoulders, and the man flipped over onto his back. Dunk piled on top of him, determined to finish him off as fast as he could, before Dutkus could recover and kill L?gner.

Good hit, kid, Lehrer said. I taught you well.

Dunk didnt say a thing. He just laid into the man with his fists, smashing his spiked gauntlets into his face. After three solid blows, the fight flushed out of Lehrer, and he went limp.

Dunk grabbed the old man by the top of his breastplate so he could get in a good, solid hit. Then he cocked back his arm for the killing blow.

Dunk hesitated. Hed wanted to kill Lehrer for months, but faced with the chance to do it with his bare hands, he found it hard to follow through. Killing other players on the field was one thing. It was all part of his job. But to kill the man whod taught him to fight, whod raised him as much as his father had  maybe more  gave him pause, no matter how much Lehrer deserved it.

Go ahead, kid, Lehrer said. I got it coming.

Dunk realised that the old man hadnt been possessed like the other All-Stars. Hed joined the team after the daemons had taken over the roster  which meant hed taken up with them of his own free will.

Dunk shook his head. As he did, he spotted Dutkus getting to his feet. If he wanted to kill Lehrer, it had to be right now. Even so, it might take too long and doom L?gner to death at the bear-mans claws.

Dunk let the old man drop to the ground. This isnt over, he said as he charged Dutkus again.

This time, the bear-man stood ready for Dunk. This wasnt some old man whod never suited up for a game before. Dutkus had played Blood Bowl for years  a lifetime for an All-Stars lineman  and Dunks last hit had driven him  and the daemon inside him  furious.

Dunk lowered his shoulder and rammed straight into Dutkus chest. Too late, he realised that this had been exactly what the All-Star had wanted him to do.

Dutkus wrapped his arms around Dunk and managed to keep his feet. With the strength of the daemon possessing him, the bear-man worked Dunk up against him and started to squeeze, forcing the air from his lungs.

Dunk tried to break free, but Dutkus had pulled him from his feet to prevent him from getting any leverage at all. The bear-mans embrace proved impossible to shrug off. The only thing left to do was to head-butt the bear-man, but his helmet kept him too well protected. Dunks efforts only bounced off Dutkus faceguard.

For a moment, Dunk hoped that his own breastplate would protect him from suffocating. If Dutkus couldnt squeeze him any further, hed get tired eventually, and then Dunk could make his move.

But the breastplate started to give. The middle bent in towards Dunks sternum, threatening to break his ribs and crush his lungs. Dunk flailed about with his helmet and hands, looking for some opening  anything  but nothing he did had any effect.

Dunk started to black out. Somewhere impossibly far away  maybe in a dream, he thought  he heard L?gner say, Let go of my son!

Then Dutkus let loose a horrible howl right in Dunks face. The thrower screamed back, both in pain and terror, and then he was free. He staggered backward gasping for breath, and saw his father stabbing the spikes on his gauntlet up under the bear-mans custom-made breastplate, over and over again. Each blow made a hard, meaty sound and produced gouts of blood.

Dutkus reached out and slapped L?gner away with a rough backhand, but instead of following up on the blow, the All-Star fell hard to his knees, keening in pain.

L?gner picked himself up off the ground and looked towards Dunk, worry flaring in his eyes. Are you okay? he asked.

Before Dunk could shout a warning, Lehrer hit L?gner from behind. The two of them went down in a tangle of tired limbs.

Ive never seen anything like this before, Jim! The fans are refusing to give up the ball!

Would you want to give it back to a team who would condemn you and the entire world around you to eternal damnation, Bob?

Thats a delicious idea! Ill have to get back to you on that one!

This is for Greta! Lehrer said as he used a sharp edge on the side of his gauntlet to slice through the chinstrap on L?gners helmet.

Dunk found that he couldnt shout because he still couldnt breathe. His crushed breastplate pressed so hard on his lungs, that even without Dutkus help, hed pass out if he didnt get some relief soon. He clawed at the straps that held his armour together, but they were trapped under the bent metal, and he couldnt quite reach them on his own.

She was mine! L?gner said to Lehrer as he held the other mans arm at bay. L?gners helmet had fallen off, exposing his head. Blood flowed from a half-dozen small cuts on his face and neck.

She loved me first! Lehrer said. You stole her from me, and because of you, shes dead!

L?gner shoved his free hand up under Lehrers faceguard and wrapped his fingers around the mans throat. You think you grieve for her more than me? I know its my fault that mob stormed the castle. Theres not a day goes by that the guilt doesnt crush me!

Lehrer started to laugh, low and strained, as L?gners choking of him made anything louder impossible. You dont understand, he said, but then you never did.

I let that mob in, Lehrer said. I gave Greta the chance to escape with me, to take Kirta and run away with me to start a new life somewhere else.

You!

Lehrer spat down into L?gners face. She spurned me  again  because of you. She slapped my face.

Dunk strained against his armour with all his might, but it just wouldnt give. He fell forward on his knees and started to crawl forward, but he could not get enough air in his lungs to proceed. He collapsed onto his face.

I killed her, Lehrer rasped as L?gners fingers crushed his windpipe. I killed them both, and I let the mob in to cover my sins.

L?gner let go of the hand Lehrer had poised near his own neck and drove both of his hands into the other mans larynx. As he did, Lehrer punched up under his old masters jaw with his spiked gauntlet, piercing the soft flesh there and tearing open his throat.

As Dunk watched, unable to do anything to prevent the horrors before him, a blade slipped between the halves of his breastplate and sliced through the straps holding them together. He ignored the pain that flared in his side as the blade cut through the flesh in his haste. He drew in a large gulp of air and bellowed, No!

33

Forget them, Dirk said as he hauled Dunk to his feet and helped him shrug off his crushed breastplate. Its too late for them, but maybe not for the rest of us.

Dunk growled in frustration, and turned to see the ball bouncing around in the stands. Skragger had waded in after it, slaughtering helpless fans left and right, causing a general stampede away from him, but every time he got near the ball, the fans would toss it away from him again towards another part of the stadium.

Now some of the other All-Stars, emboldened by Skraggers success, were venturing into the stands too. Eventually, the fans would make a mistake  or one of them would decide to buy his own life with the ball  and the All-Stars would get the pigskin back, unless the Hackers did something fast.

Dunk and Dirk sprinted towards the end zone, where they saw Spinne sparring with Kathula. They looked like theyd been at it for a while. Each of them had lost pieces of armour and bled from a handful of superficial wounds. Kathulas helmet had gone missing, but she made up for it by lashing out harder and faster with the unrestrained tentacles that made up the lower half of her face.

One of the tentacles wrapped around Spinnes bare forearm and started to pull her in towards Kathulas snapping beak. Spinne braced her feet and spun around, swinging Kathula after her by the tentacle attached to the catchers arm.

The squeals of pain that spouted from Kathulas face only encouraged Spinne, and she began to turn faster and faster, pulling the squid-woman from her feet. The soft tissue of the attached tentacle began to stretch, and this caused the tentacles grip around Spinnes arm to tighten until it started to cut off the circulation to her hand.

The Hackers catcher spun faster and faster. She screamed from the pain in her arm as the tentacle stretched thinner and thinner and began to slice into her bare flesh like a length of sharp wire.

Thats one way to dance! Bob said. Looks like Sch?nheits the one calling the tune!

I think Kathula is regretting extending the invitation now. She looks like she  or her face, rather  might snap at any second! said Jim.

A moment later, thats exactly what happened. The tentacle around Spinnes arm pulled free from Kathulas face, and the squid-woman went flying towards the stands. She landed against the restraining wall, and the fans in the first row caught her. She screamed again as they pulled her into the bleachers, blood spouting from her face. The people there tore her to pieces with a dozen sets of hands at once, and they kept at her until long after she stopped screaming from the pain.

What happened to you? Spinne asked Dunk as she unwrapped the length of tentacle from her arm. It left a deep cut behind, but it had not gone through the muscle to the bone. She glanced at his bare chest. I like the new look.

Dunk wanted to smile at her, but found he couldnt. We need to get that ball, he said. Do you think well survive if we go into the crowd?

Spinne nodded. The trick is that the All-Stars will then use you as a shield so they can get in too. At least, thats what theyve done twice so far, and when the shield fails, theyll kill you if they can. Weve lost Anfager and Hernd that way already. I think I even saw Slick disappear in there.

Dunk glanced around. MGrash and Cavre were trying to get into the crowd, but a trio of All-Stars had blocked them. Spiel had climbed into Edgars upper branches to get away from an orc whose arms seemed to have become axes. Guillermo had made it ten rows up into the stands and was waving and hollering for the fans to throw him the ball. Skragger was working his way towards the Estalian, slaughtering fans as he went.

Up in the stands, Dunk saw a Hacker helmet bouncing along atop the heads and upraised hands of the fans, but there didnt seem to be anything but a jersey beneath it, somehow snagged inside the helmet. It turned his stomach to think whose head might be in it. Oddly, it seemed to be heading for the ball, as if the fans wished to bring the two together.

Well have to chance it, Dunk said. Ill distract Skragger. You two get that ball!

He charged towards the worst part of the devastation, a section of stands cleared out entirely but for a couple of handfuls of dead or dying fans. Skragger! he shouted. You damned coward! Come on down here and fight someone your own  fight me, you wuss! Im looking forward to keeping your tiny head in the bottom of my chamber pot from now on.

You! Skragger said as he turned to see who had insulted him. Kill you!

Dunk stood his ground in the end zone, waiting for the crazed troll-bodied, vampire-headed orc creature to make his way down to him. They were going to end this here, one way or the other, he was sure.

As Dunk braced for Skraggers attack, a bolt of red lightning cracked into the Astrogranite next to him. He turned around just in time to see a pillar of ash that had once been a dark elf in an All-Stars uniform crumble into a pile of dust.

That Chaos Cup must have made Zauberer a better shot, Jim said, because without it he doesnt seem like he could hit the backside of an ogre!

He cant even do that! said Bob. Hes missed KThragsh three times already today!

Dunk spotted Zauberer floating high over the stadium, cursing as he pointed his wand in Dunks direction again. The thrower stared up at the wizard and wondered just how someone could try to dodge a lightning bolt. As he watched, Zauberers robes transformed into a writhing sheet of vipers.

Got em! Blaque shouted from the sidelines near the Hackers dugout. He turned towards Whyte. Do you have something about snakes? Why not just kill the bugger?

Dunk never heard the reply. As he laughed, watching the snakes strike at the wizard in an effort to keep from falling to their deaths, a shadow fell over him. He had just enough time to glance over and see Skragger coming down at him  and maybe to wonder just how he could possibly survive this.

Acting on instinct instead of conscious thought, Dunk dived forward. Most of Skragger sailed over him, but the creatures boot tagged Dunk on his pauldron and knocked him spinning to the ground.

When Dunk got up, he found Skragger standing over him. Youre dead! the creature snarled, spreading its arms wide and gathering Dunk into its fatal embrace.

Contact with Skraggers skin burned Dunks bare chest, but just barely. At first he fought it, but having gone through that just moments ago with Dutkus, he knew that he was doomed to fail. Instead, he began to claw at Skragger with everything he had.

As Dunk clawed at Skragger with his fingers, he realised that the creature wasnt all there. His fingers passed right through Skraggers flesh, striking bone instead. When Khorne had remade the body, it seemed it had only been an illusion, not real at all. The bits that had burned Dunks skin a bit were the bare remnants that were left: not much more than a skeletal frame underneath it all.

Confused, but still determined, Dunk kept pulling at Skragger. His efforts became more desperate as the bony Skragger increased the pressure on him, squeezing the breath from him, realising that the skin he thought would burn Dunk wasnt doing a thing. Dunks digging hands found a set of ribs and started yanking on them, pulling them out and tossing them over his shoulder.

Crush you dead! Skragger growled as Dunk continued his grisly work. Once through the ribcage, he stabbed his hand into the creatures chest, hoping to find a vital organ, or maybe to snap Skraggers borrowed spine.

Instead, his fingers struck something hard and gnarled. He felt for purchase, and then it bit him hard, straight to the bone. Dunk pulled his bloody fingers back for a second and then dived back in with both arms. This time the thing inside didnt put up a fight. But the creature it was inside of did.

No! Skragger screeched in his high-pitched voice. You cant! I wont let you!

Skragger went from crushing Dunk to his chest to desperately trying to shove him away. He wedged an arm between himself and Dunk and pushed with all his might.

Dunk had found the grips his hands needed, and he refused to let go, no matter what happened. He gritted his teeth and pulled with both his arms, using Skraggers strength to reinforce his own.

No! Skragger said, bashing at Dunk with his free arm. The blows smashed into Dunks helmet and rattled his brains in his skull. Still he held on as best he could. He worked his knees up between himself and Skragger and pulled as hard as he could on the thing in the creatures chest. Soon, he knew either the thing would give out or he would. Soon it would all be over, one way or another.

Then Bob said, Touchdown, Hackers!

No! something inside of Skragger screamed. At first, Dunk thought it had come from Skraggers head, but the voice had been far too deep. Then, with one last pull, the thing inside Skragger yanked free from his ribcage, and Dunk went tumbling backward off the beast.

Dunk landed in the end zone, right next to Slick, who stood over him, grinning and holding the ball. The halfling wore a Hacker helmet that fit him like an umbrella, and a Hacker jersey that tumbled past his knees like a dress.

Good work, son! Slick said. Thats an astonishing prize you have there.

Dunk glanced back to discover what he held in his hands, and he saw the Chaos Cup staring back at him. It screamed at him, its beady, black eyes blazing red fire.

Another, more horrible scream, echoed that of the Chaos Cup. It came from the All-Stars dugout, still shrouded in blackness. It didnt remain in there. A moment later, Khornes blood-soaked form burst from the dugout and sailed high into the sky over the stadium.

The preparation of a thousand years gone to waste! the Blood God shouted in disgust. I was so close! It was almost mine!

With that, the blazing hot air around the stadium shimmered and gave way to crisp, cool weather. The sky turned clear and blue once more, and the leering mountains disappeared from the distance. The scent of brimstone faded away, and Dunks mouth tasted not of ash, but of his own tongue again.

The crowd stood up and cheered.

Hackers win! Bob said, even happier than when hed announced the touchdown. The world is saved! We all get to live! Hackers win!

34

Lets see that replay again, Slick said. The image on the crystal ball leapt backward and showed the halfling standing alone in the stands with the ball in his hands. Then Dirk appeared next to him and lifted him up over his head. With a two-handed throw, Dirk hurled Slick down the field, where Spinne caught him just before his head smacked into the ground.

Dunk listened from the doorway for a moment and smiled. Seeing everyone together like this made all the strange, horrible, and sometimes even wonderful adventures of the past three years seem worthwhile.

I think thats enough, L?stiges said. Youll wear out my Daemonic Visual Display.

I thought you could run a DVD forever?

L?stiges smiled as she leaned back into Dirks arms in the plush couch. After what weve all been through, I thought youd know that daemons dont last forever.

Show what happens to Skragger instead, then, Slick said. I love seeing justice served.

Must we suffer through that again? Guillermo asked with a shiver, from the other end of the couch. It is bad enough we have to watch his tiny head torn from the skeleton time after time, but to see the sad little thing disappear into the stadiums communal bog

I can do without that.

Are you getting soft, Mr. Reyes? Cavre asked with a smile from his overstuffed chair across the way.

Just on myself, Guillermo said with a wry smile.

That bloody bastard had worse than that coming to him, said Edgar. Here in the private courtyard, he could stretch his branches high into the open sky, which tended to put him in a much better mood than when he was forced indoors just to be near his teammates, his friends. Hes just lucky I didnt get my bloody twigs on him, or Id have crushed him under my roots.

He got off easier than that accursed wizard for sure, Pegleg said. The coach reclined on a divan, his good leg up on the furniture while his wooden one rested, removed, on the floor.

Still sorry, MGrash said with a frown. He sat on the floor, too morose still to permit himself anything more comfortable. Didnt know.

Its okay, MGrash, Spiel said. The way you dont like snakes, its easy to see why youd want to stomp all those vipers to a bloody paste. Its just unfortunate that Zauberer happened to be underneath them when you did.

Dunk took this as his cue to stroll back into the room. The best thing he could do for MGrash would be to help keep his mind off that accidental, but convenient killing.

Did you get rid of it, Mr. Hoffnung? Pegleg asked.

Dunk nodded. The Champions of Death were pleased to get their trophy, and I was happy to get rid of it.

We could have won that game if not for the Game Wizards, Pegleg said. The Chaos Cup should be ours.

Thats one honour I think I can do without, Dunk said.

Besides, captain, we do have the Blood Bowl trophy to help assuage that pain, said Cavre. I can contact Dr. Pill if you need anything stronger.

That one-eyed elf gives me the willies, Spinne said from an overstuffed loveseat that bore scorch marks from a wayward torch. Ill be happy to not see him for a couple of months.

Careful, said Pegleg. Just because weve won the greatest trophy in the land doesnt mean we can rest on our laurels. Now we have a title to defend!

Right, said Dunk, but for my part Im looking forward to a little rest and relaxation. He raised his head and looked around at the walls of his old family keep. Besides, cleaning up this place properly is going to take weeks.

Dirk grinned at his brother. So you got it back in roughly the same condition as when you left it. As I recall, a mob of angry people ran through the place back then too, just like yesterday.

Dunk nodded. Its too bad some of the Guterfiends got away. I suppose with the game being broadcast live it was bound to happen. They just werent stupid enough to stick around after Khornes team lost.

I dont think theyll be back to Altdorf any time soon, L?stiges said with a carefree laugh.

Why were you gone so long? Spinne asked, motioning for Dunk to sit down next to her.

I had something else to pick up, Dunk said as he came over to stand in front of Spinne. He reached into his pocket, knelt down in front of her and gazed into her eyes.

Blood Bowl has been great to me, Dunk said. When I met Slick for the first time, I was just about ready to give up and let that chimera eat me. I was homeless, penniless, and friendless.

Playing this game has changed all that.

He nodded at Pegleg. It gave me money.

He smiled at Dirk. It brought my brother back to me.

He glanced around at the others. It made me many of the most loyal and trustworthy friends a man could wish for.

He stared around at the four walls around them. It even restored me to my ancestral home.

Dunk turned back to Spinne again. She was so beautiful he almost couldnt stand to look at her, but to turn away seemed far worse.

Theres only one thing Id like to change, Dunk said, as he presented the ring to Spinne. It had a wide band of gold and a diamond cut into the shape of a football.

Yes! Spinne said before Dunk could say another word. Her grin split her face and showed all her pearly teeth. I cannot wait to marry you!

Dunk held her close for a long moment, and then kissed her, and she kissed him back like she wanted it to last forever. When their lips parted, they held each other still, and she wiped away the lone tear that had found its way onto his cheek.

So, son, Slick said. I hope this doesnt mean youre entertaining any silly notions of retiring from the game and settling down?

Dunk cocked his head to one side. He heard something coming from outside the keeps walls. I dont think so, he said as he leapt to his feet. Follow me.

Taking Spinnes hand, he strode with her through the keep until they reached the balcony that overlooked the public square outside the small fortress doors, which still lay smashed open from the night before.

As Dunk and Spinne stepped up to the balcony, the people of Altdorf in the square below erupted in cheers. When Pegleg, Slick, and the rest of the Hackers appeared behind them, the noise rose to a roar.

Dunk turned to kiss Spinne again, a grin on both their faces.

Whats that theyre chanting? she asked.

Cant you make it out?

They may be wonderful fans, but they dont have the best rhythm. Tell me.

Dunk leaned closer to her. Listen, he said.  Repeat! Repeat! Repeat! 

Oh, Spinne said with a sly smile as she leaned in to kiss Dunk again. Dont mind if I do.