Amy Fox
October 31, 2006 2:11 PM
Quidditch Championship: Pecari vs. Teppenpaw by Amy Fox
As the school year drew to an end, the Quidditch season quickly came to a close. Suddenly, and before most had expected it, it was time for the final match of the year. At the end of the day, there would be a winner for the Quidditch cup. March and April had faded away bringing warmer weather to the deserts of Arizona. As May began, the days seemed hotter than ever, the only solace being found in dawn or dusk.The day of the game was no different. With the match beginning at around 9:00am that morning, Amy had stumbled out of bed and dressed in a hurry, only thirty minutes to spare before the crowds began entering the pitch. Bleary-eyed and yawning, she had tugged on her lightest set of robes and grabbed her bag as she exited her room.
The ground was covered in a light layer of dew; although she was fairly positive that it would be gone within the next hour. The sun was already rather warm and she was more than aware that it would only be warmer as the day progressed.
Dropping her bag in the middle of the pitch, Amy quickly moved to the shed, heaving the large chest of Quidditch balls onto the field as well. Letting the box drop with a muffled thump! beside her bag, Amy swiped at the already forming sheen of sweat on her forehead. It was going to be a hot day.
Moments later, she heard the sounds of approaching students and dropped to her knees, rummaging through her bag and removing any and all needed equipment for the game. Sooner, rather than later, the stands were filled and it time for the teams to enter the pitch.
Levitating her bag to the side, she grabbed her broom and moved to the center of the pitch. As the teams entered, she checked the chest of balls and then straightened. Once the teams were in hearing range, she called the captains over.
"Look, I know its going to be a hot one. Make sure that your teams understand this 'cause I don't want any of them passing out due to heat exhaustion. Anyways, same rules apply: if I see any dirty plays there'll be penalties. Don't push off the ground until all the balls have been released. It's the final match, as I know both of you know, so play your hardest. Now shake hands and get back over to your teams."
Without waiting, Amy walked over to the chest and began to release them one-by-one: the Snitch was first, followed by the Bludgers. Grabbing the Quaffle, Amy walked back to the center of the two teams. "Alright, on the count of three:
"One.
"Two.
"Three." As the ball left her fingers, Amy straddled her broom and pushed off into the air. The game had begun.
OOC: Same rules apply. I expect to see detailed posts describing both the game and your character's experiences. Posts must be realistic. Also, please be sure that you read each of the posts in entirety before you post so as not to miss something of importance. Spelling and grammar does count so please take a few extra moments to look over your post before you submit it. Remember to put your team and position in the Author box. Thanks and have fun!
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Subthreads: Ugh, the heat. by Kaylie Brockert, Teppenpaw Seeker with Ginger SIlverstein Pecari Seeker
My ball! GRRRRR! by Caedence Redoak pecari chaser extraordinare with Dalila Bastet, Chaser Teppenpaw, Lexi Stafford, Teppenpaw Beater, Lizzie Lavine, Pecari Chaser, Tally Adams, Teppenpaw Chaser, Wolfe, Medic, Amy Fox, (mainly) Ash Craven, Pecari, Beater
And now the Finale. by Jake Santoro, Teppenpaw, Beater, Captain
Last one standing - Penalty Shot by Saul Pierce, Pecari Chaser with Tally Adams, Teppenpaw Chaser, Pepper Jones, Teppenpaw Keeper
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Amy Fox
Quidditch Championship: Pecari vs. Teppenpaw
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Amy Fox
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Caedence Redoak pecari chaser extraordinare
November 01, 2006 5:43 PM
My ball! GRRRRR! by Caedence Redoak pecari chaser extraordinare
Caedence was in a foul mood. Not only had she almost missed breakfast, yet again having to snag a pice of buttered toast but this time managing to gulp down a glass of orange juice as well, but she couldn't find her nice cool shirt to wear under her quidditch robes. Somewhere, she didn't know where, there was a very thin tanktop and shorts in her trunk. She had only packed it in case there was an occasion, such as this, that she needed it to keep cool under her robes. She couldn't find it, however, and so she had to throw on a black spaghetti strap shirt with flexible gym shorts. She hadn't had time to do her briad properly, so it was very loose by the time she got to the field. She ducked behind a few staands and re-did her hair when no one was looking adding her bejeweled clip to it. This wasn't a friendly match anymore; this was a battle.Her robes were sticking to her body by the time she made it on the pitch. Re-tying her hair had cost her the begining of Coach Fox's speech. She came in at 'I dont want any of them passing out due to heat exhaustion.' She smirked to herself. Yeah, like she could ever become beaten by mere weather? It'd take more than this heat, however truly life threatening it was, to take her down! Or so she thought.
By the time she was in the air, she was wishing she had looked for her shirt the previous night. Her robes were already quite wet, and her thinking was starting to get rather sluggish. She ducked barely in time to dodge a speeding bludger and she almost ran into a fellow chaser. Well, she thought it was a fellow.
Because of this, you could see why it was no surprise she didn't realise it until she heard distant cheers from the Pecaris that she had the quaffle. She gave a small gasp of surprise and dimly recalled her mad dash to get at it. Well, this just wouldn't do! She had to think clearer. She wished she knew the spell to make water appear. For now, until she lost the ball, she just shook her head. She searched for a nearby teammate and, weither or not from sheer lack of judgment, she found none. So, she shook her head a last time and sped towards the goal keeping her eyes peeled. \n\n
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Caedence Redoak pecari chaser extraordinare
My ball! GRRRRR!
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Caedence Redoak pecari chaser extraordinare
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Dalila Bastet, Chaser Teppenpaw
November 01, 2006 7:01 PM
But I can change that... by Dalila Bastet, Chaser Teppenpaw
Dalila trudged onto the field with the rest of the Teppenpaw team. She felt drops of sweat form on her upper lip and forehead and run down her face. She glanced up at the sun. It was intensely hot, but it was better than playing in the rain. Suddenly getting a brilliant idea, Dalila pulled out her wand- which she kept at her side at all times- ad tapped her glasses. They instantly darkened. Dalila smirked, thankful for that last trip to the optometrist, who had set that handy spell on her glasses.On the count of three, Dalila launched herself into the air and relished in the breezes passing her, drying the sweat on her face. Her joy switched to determination when she glanced around for the quaffle and saw it in the hands of a Pecari chaser heading for the Teppenpaw goal. Dalila immediately sped up after her trying to somehow snatch the quaffle away. She found that no matter how she swerved, the quaffle was in too awkward a position to grab. Instead, Dalila sped up a bit more, urging her dilapidated school broom to it's peak and flew in front of the opposing chaser, blocking her path.\n\n
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Dalila Bastet, Chaser Teppenpaw
But I can change that...
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Dalila Bastet, Chaser Teppenpaw
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Lexi Stafford, Teppenpaw Beater
November 01, 2006 7:10 PM
Bat beats ball by Lexi Stafford, Teppenpaw Beater
While there were probably many negative adjectives that could be used to describe Lexi Stafford, stupid was not one of them. So as soon as she realized that Arizona weather had finally returned, she started pushing fluids. This game was without a doubt the biggest she’d played in her life, and the last thing she wanted was to become dehydrated, fall off her broom, and miss the whole thing. She’d done that once playing soccer, back when she was seven or so. Ben had been on the team, and he still brought it up occasionally. Now, when she had the upper-hand, was not a good time for doing something foolish.So dehydration at least was taken care of. She probably could have drunk a bit more water, but then she might have exploded, which would defeat the purpose. And she’d slathered on several layers of sunscreen back in the locker room, because, easy as it was to forget about such things, Lexi really didn’t want to spend the last few days of her third year as a lobster. It was no joke, being a red-head in the middle of the Arizonian desert.
Once she’d finished with the standard ‘how-not-to-kill-yourself-through-your-own-stupidity’ procedure (she really didn’t want to have to deal with her father or grandfather if something did go wrong, since they of all people would know that she did know better), it was time for head out to the field. The ground at least had improved since their first game. Out of the many things Lexi didn’t like about playing sports, mud was probably right up there in the top two, second only to soccer moms with air-horns.
She scanned the stands as Fox spoke to the captains, still not fully focusing when Jake gave the standard ‘start-of-game’ spiel. She was a beater. Her instructions never really changed. Take out whoever she could, preferably the seeker or the keeper, but whoever was available. It was simple. It was logical. And she couldn’t wait to get on her broom at start again.
She took off once Fox blew the whistle, and almost lost her bat as soon as she left the ground. Muttering darkly, she glanced down at her hands to realize she’d forgotten the gloves she generally wore to help with her grip, and then cursed again. Of all the asinine things for her to have done, particularly on a day where it was so hot there was no way her hands weren’t going to be sweaty…but there wasn’t anything she could do about it now. She rubbed her right hand on her other sleeve as soon as she leveled out enough to be stable, still cursing her foolishness. She had a strong suspicion that if she actually did drop the bat, she would immediately descend to the hell that is urban legend, and would never, ever live it down.
Even with the potential for disaster, however, one good thing seemed to have come from her lapse in judgment. As soon as she had finished wiping off her hand, and had readjusted her bat so that, hopefully, it would stay where it was supposed to for the time being, a bludger had barreled her way, which meant she didn’t have to go search for one, and possibly have to fight it out with the Craven twins, one of whom she still disliked from back in first year. Her good luck continued, though, when she saw that, scant feet away, there was a Pecari chaser who’d just dodged it to get to the quaffle. This was almost too good to be true.
She hesitated a second, not sure whether she was really going to be able to do what she had in mind. While she was a naturally violent person when it came to sports, she’d never actually had an opportunity to hit someone from this close in a game, and she’d never quite felt comfortable hitting her teammates in practice. She’d feel incredibly guilty if she wounded one of them before a match, and she didn’t want to get kicked off the team for something like that, after all.
But then she remembered that this wasn’t just a match, this was the championship. And ethics and guilt were mutually exclusive with being a beater. So she braced herself, swung her bat, and heard it crack as it hit the bludger with an almost twisted glee. She watched it as it whooshed straight to the younger girl. From as close as the two of them were to each other, there was no way it could miss hitting her right in the back, unless the Pecari had heard the noise and turned to look at it, in which case it would get her in the chest, an even better outcome. And she knew from experience that the younger girl was going to be in a lot of pain when contact was made. She only hoped one of her teammates was on hand to take advantage of the situation as well.
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Lexi Stafford, Teppenpaw Beater
Bat beats ball
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Lexi Stafford, Teppenpaw Beater
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Caedence pecari chaser
November 01, 2006 8:57 PM
Hello bat! Wanna go get a cuppa? by Caedence pecari chaser
Caedence braked as fast as humanly posible, but somehow managed to almost hit the other chaser in front of her. Stopping a few feet off to the other chaser's right, she barely managed to keep her grip on the ball. In fact, it was her signature beater gloves that was the only thing keeping her grip. She was bursting to shout many curse words and even hex her nose off her face, (which she couldn't do if she tried) but the familiar whistle of a bludger hit her ears.Her brain, fuzzy from the heat, barely gave her reaction time on the oncoming bludger. She spun as fast as she could around, hoping to twist her waist to make a dodge that would make a contortionist jealous, but to no avail. The only result was that the bludger hit her arm with a sickening crack ! Luckily, the quaffle was tucked safe under her left arm. Looking from her position to the goal, mere feet away, she took careful aim and calculated her speed. She looked around once more, but no fellows were around to help her. She hurled the ball praying to whomever would listen that it would score.
Then she turned to look at her arm. She didn't know weither it was broken or not, but it felt like dead weight. She bent it by using her left arm to move it. Pain shot up her arm and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. By the looks, and feel, her arm had been snapped just on her elbow joint. Ouch. \n\n
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Caedence pecari chaser
Hello bat! Wanna go get a cuppa?
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Lizzie Lavine, Pecari Chaser
November 01, 2006 9:37 PM
Well, this is interesting... by Lizzie Lavine, Pecari Chaser
The morning of the Championship game between Pecari and Teppenpaw dawned bright and hot, something that was just fine with Lizzie. In Louisiana, temperatures were hot and hotter, so heat was little more than a simple conidtion to Liz. All it meant was to wear enchanted self-wicking clothing to keep your skin cool and dry. Liz worked well, nay, thrived in the heat. It was playing in her own element.Thus when the whistle blew at the start of the match, Liz's brain snapped into gear , following that illustrious leatherbound ball's trajectory. Landing in the arms of her teammate was a positive thing, Lizzie thought mildly to herself as she began to speed ahead as to set up a pass for Caedence. She was not far from the ball and her fellow chaser when a yellow robe streaked past, putting a tenacious defense on Caedence. Damn, she thought, annoyedly, This'll just make it that much harder to score... Only a moment passed after this thought appeared before the omnious whiz of a bludger zipped to Liz's left, centered on an all too familiar target- Caedence.
What was it with her? Had she angered the Bludger Gods, or the Beater Gods, for that matter? Whatever it was, Caedence sure had a knack for getting herself in trouble with those crazy speeding bullets. Hearing that sickening crack that was the younger player's arm doubtlessly breaking, Liz dropped lower for a recon mission of the quaffle, but in glancing back upwards, she saw it was unnecissary. Lizzie watched incredulously as Caedence tried, one-handedly, to shoot a goal. There was little to no chance that it could go in with a competent keeper at the hoops. However, all she could do was watch a hope the Keeper Gods were not as equally upset with her as the others. \n\n
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Lizzie Lavine, Pecari Chaser
Well, this is interesting...
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Tally Adams, Teppenpaw Chaser
November 05, 2006 12:07 AM
What in blazes...? by Tally Adams, Teppenpaw Chaser
Tally couldn't believe that Teppenpaw was in the championship with the Pecaris. It seemed as though fate had been on their side during their last match with the Crotali (Chrissy still hasn't given her a good conversation since the match. Goes to show that that girl holds a grudge like no one else), but with the Pecari...there was no telling what might happen.At least the weather was working for them. Course...that also means that it was working for the Pecari's as well. Ah well, Tally didn't have high expectations for the game. Pecari's had the Cravens, and Lizzie, and even Stephen was rather useful for the team. Not to say that the Teppenpaws didn't have a great team, because they did. Jake was a decent captain (not as competitive as Tally would like him to be), Dalila certainly had proved herself a great player these last couple of years, Lexi was an awesome Beater, a lot of force behind her hits, Gil was certainly giving it his all, and Pepper...well, when she was confident, she was a force to be reckened with. Tally suspected, Kaylie was good at her position because of her happy-go-lucky attitude at life. But, that was only speculation.
The heat would be a problem. Tally lived in Central New York, they were lucky if their summers hit 80 degrees. She was bound to be sweating like a nasty pig by the end of the match. Lovely. Stepping onto the pitch, Tally was most happy that she had pulled her long hair into a bun and wore a t-shirt beneath her uniform. This was going to be a long match and she wanted to be as comfortable as possible. Which was only wishful thinking in this heat. Tally could already feel the sweat puddles forming.
The game started and Tally found herself flying quickly into the air, if only to feel the breeze that it created. By the time she actually turned her attention to the game, some Pecari already had a hold of the quaffle. "Crap." Tally said through gritted teeth and sped off after them. Tally grinned seeing as Dalila already had the same train of thought as Tally did. Block. Protect Pepper at all costs. Seeing Dalila manuever herself around the players and assituate herself infront of the Pecari, Tally swong her broom around and outside of the mess in the center and pulled right so that she was near Pepper.
It was during this moment that time seemed to have slowed down to a complete stop. Lexi smacked a bludger so close to where the Pecari was that Tally winced at what she thought was bound to happen. Only, it didn't happen. Sure, the sickening creak was heard from even where Tally was positioned, but the girl kept going. Tally's green eyes went wide. How in the blazes was that girl still sitting on her broom? If Tally had been hit by a bludger hit at that distance...she would have been on the ground, crying. This girl...this...child was a freaking miracle!
And then, time returned to Tally and she found the quaffle making it's way directly towards her. Thankful that she had been smart enough to position herself next to Pepper, Tally shot for the quaffle. Lexi did a good job of slowly the miracle child down at least. Grabbing the quaffle, Tally pulled hard up so that she twisted and curved on her broom, flying higher over the other chaser. Straightening her broom, Tally took off for the opposite goals.
She wasn't going to just lay down and let the Pecari's win. Even if they did have Miracle Girl on their team.\n\n
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Tally Adams, Teppenpaw Chaser
What in blazes...?
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Tally Adams, Teppenpaw Chaser
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Wolfe, Medic
November 05, 2006 1:35 AM
Stop the Game by Wolfe, Medic
Wolfe watched incredulously as the game progressed. Of course he was a distance away from the players on the ground. He had no intention of falling to earth like some demented version of Icarus. Amy Fox was whizzing overhead. He just hoped that she was somehow bringing some semblance of order to the chaos that was Quidditch. ‘That woman is going to break her neck if she kept flying about in such a reckless manner,’ he thought as he tore his gaze from Fox.He could not make sense of the game for all his trying. In point of fact, he had gone to the library shortly before the match to search for material that would help him to better understand the rules of the game. The best he had come up with was “Quidditch for Dummies”. Nic pulled at his stock as he flipped disinterestedly through the pages. He had no idea why there were so many balls involved. What was the point of having a quaffle if the snitch decided the winner of the game in virtually all instances?
He hardly noticed the cheers of the students or the buzz of the brooms as the rushed by. He did however hear a sickening snap causing the young medic to look up frantically searching for the source of the noise. The bone have completely shattered to make a sound like that. One of the girls had been struck by the distracter ball and still the child attempted to score.
He quickly untangled his limbs from the odd angle he had acquired to read the book whist watching the match. Rushing onto the field he waved his arms frantically at Referee Fox. Surely she would see him waving for her to stop the game! But time was scarce, so Wolfe did the only thing he could think of. Nic quickly cast the Sonorus charm on himself.
“Fox! Stop the match this instant! There is an injured student on the field.” His amplified voice brooked no opposition. Medical supply satchel in hand he scanned the sky for signs that Amy would stop the match so that the injured student could be taken off the field and treated.\n\n
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Wolfe, Medic
Stop the Game
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Amy Fox
November 05, 2006 2:45 AM
*rolls eyes* by Amy Fox
The game seemed to be progressing along accordingly, at least in terms of a match between amateurs. Of course, both offense and defense seemed to be highly lacking in these games, plays seeming to come out of thin air and bludgers being hit at whim. But, students were successfully managing to pass the ball and the Beaters seemed to be holding their own. Obviously, the Seekers of each of the teams had to be adequate enough for them to have even made it to the championship.Flying along side most of the plays, Amy whipped in and out, being sure to keep an eye out for any dirty plays. Of course, she knew that they couldn't be called dirty if she didn't seem them. If the player had been a little bit more professional, tricks would have been chanced from time to time- and some would have slipped through unnoticed.
Following the Pec chaser, Amy watched as one of the Paw's began to block her, slowing the other player effectively. It was then that she noticed the Beater taking advantage of the situation and slugging a Bludger in the direction of the girl in possession of the ball. Amy waited for the impact, which was inevitable, to come. The loud cracking noise gave away the obvious contact of human with metal, a sound that Amy was more than immune to. Her brows raised as the girl not only managed to maintain her balance- quite a feat even for most professionals of the sport; had this girl played often before her first year?- but also quickly shook it off and tried to score.
Shock, she told herself. The child must be in shock. Otherwise she'd be blubbering like the baby that she is.
She turned to look at the twin captains of the Pec team, in a ways to acknowledge the fact that she knew one of their players was injured. As she has previously informed them, if they wanted her off the field, they'd have to replace her because she'd be darned if she was going to stop the game. It was then that she heard it or, rather, him.
“Fox! Stop the match this instant! There is an injured student on the field.”
Rolling her eyes, Amy's hands clenched into fists as she reminded herself that injuring the medic wasn't good showmanship. She breathed in deeply, once, twice. Honestly, what was it about the words 'I won't stop the match for anything' that people just didn't seem to comprehend?
Realizing that she had an audience, and the game had most likely come to some sort of a pause, Amy pulled around and headed toward the ground. Reaching the medic, she once again fought the urge to pummel the sorry jerk. "I thought I made it clear that I wasn't going to stop the matches," she grated out. "Can't you just- I don't know- remove them without interfering with the games, Wolfe?"
Huffing, Amy signalled for the injured Pec to make her way to the ground. "Take her if you need her, but please don't interrupt my blasted matches anymore. Got it?" \r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Amy Fox
*rolls eyes*
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(mainly) Ash Craven, Pecari, Beater
November 05, 2006 5:26 AM
Now wait just a minute... by (mainly) Ash Craven, Pecari, Beater
OOC - a forward slash in the prematch speech indicates a switch between speaker. I did it that way because I didn't want it to be taking up loads of half lines.IC
The twins were proud as hell of their team. They knew they could kick butt, but it was always good to hammer it home. Ok, it had been against the bookworm team, but victory was victory. It was slightly odd that the final was against Teppenpaw, because since when did sweetness and cuuddles make champions?
"Ok team," they had addressed the assembled members in the changing rooms, "You'd think on paper that Teppenpaw would be a walk over/ but they have got to the final/ so don't underestimate them./I'm sure you've all heard the rumour that their Keeper couldn't even catch her own shoe./ Try to psych her out, it'll make your job easier/ and it's part of sport, so don't go all wussy and think it's unfair or some other crap. / Keep your fluids up, if any of you f*** up from the heat or collapse, you're in trouble./ Pecari is easily the best team in the school/ so let's go out there and prove it!"
Once on the pitch - and through the whole boring 'I want a clean match even though I'm a violent and unfair cow' and handshake bit - the twins split in the opposite direction to their previous match; Sorrel went for the Seekers, whilst Ash focused on the match below. They'd barely had time to lock on to targets before he heard a thunk of wood on metal. He sped after the noise, but it had been so close to Caedence that there was nothing he could do. She twisted, but not far enough. Honestly, that girl was a Bludger magnet! For someone who claimed to be a Beater, she wasn't very tuned in to the Bludgers. He backhanded it away, in the general direction of their Chasers, flying in closer to Caedence.
"Good job," he patted her on her good arm after she shot for goal. A weak shot, and she'd have done better to pass, but... "You know the b**** won't let us st-" From below, a magnified voice came, demanding a halt. The coach swooped down. He couldn't hear what she was saying, but was sure it affected his team. He whistled loudly, beckoning Sorrel to babysit anything that carried on here (taking out the Seeker could wait, over protecting the rest of their own team) whilst he went down to hear what was going on.
'Take her if you need her but blah blah blah, I'm the Queen of Everything.'
"Hey, just a second," he called out, catching up to Fox. "You can't order someone to remove one of our players from the pitch!" he said hotly, "Yeah, I want her to get medical attention, but if you're not going to stop the game, or even let her back on afterwards, then you don't have the right to choose to get rid of her! So before you start ordering my players off the pitch, I want to know the conditions - what that means!" \n\n
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(mainly) Ash Craven, Pecari, Beater
Now wait just a minute...
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