Tiny Spearinyou -- Head Coach

Transplanted from the icy Nordic tundra of Old York, Tiny Spearinyou might seem like a fish-out-of water in Maimey--or, considering Maimey is covered in swampland, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call him a polar-bear-in-water. But just as polar bears are surprisingly strong swimmers, this half-titan, descended form a long bloodline of spearmen is proving to be right at home in Maimey.

"Sure, my boots get a little muddy, and swamp-water mixed with blood doesn't smell as sweet as bloody snow, but Blood Bowl is Blood Bowl," says Spearinyou, who formerly served as an assistant coach for the Deadless Cowkillers, a human team from Amorica's western wastelands. "Lizards do everything a little bit different than humans. There's more hissing, more biting, and there little slit eyes kind of freak me out, but my job is the same--help those fellas get that ball in the endzone. And maim a bunch of players on the way there, of course."