Surrounded by Demons and fierce looking fighters, coach Cunningham makes his way to the bloodbowl field. The sky turns a dark shade of red and the ground begins to rumble.. the center spot of the pitch begins to ooze blood as it slowly sinks away. The bloody dirt shoots skyward in thick sloshing movement spattering players nearby. Where once was the center of the pitch, now stands a bloodthirster roaring with a sound of pure contempt and rage…

Khorne’s team had arrived. They all stand no chance…