Rawny Brawn is a curious case. Large even among his saurus kin, Brawn was raised by a family of skinks and has long believed himself to be an agile quick-legged skink. This has presented the Crocfins with a unique challenge and opportunity. With enough punishing strength to brain a black orc, Brawn is a vital part of the team's blocking and defensive schemes, yet he constantly lobbies to run the ball.
"Me go run touchdown," he says with a sneer and a hiss. "Me go run through you, around you, over you--whatever. Me go run touchdown."
The only problem is his scaly, muscle-bound saurus claws make it all but impossible for the hulking lizardman to hold the ball let alone pick it up off the blood-slick pitch. Still, Crocfin coach Tiny Spearinyou knows that having a saurus of his size running the ball could give the team an advantage over nearly any other race, and he has indicated that he's willing to try to develop the colossal reptile into a running-back.
"It's the holy grail, right?" Spearinyou says with a chuckle. "Mag Manderson supposedly lost his legs trying to teach Trolls how to carry the ball up in the ColdClaw Mountains, right? Every team in every age has tried to get one of its bruisers to run, but here we got the potential for something else too. We're not just talking about strength with Rawny. We're also talking about speed, you combine that with the ability to not drop the stinking ball, and you got something special."
Friday, September 11, 2009
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