As you look up at her ass, come down on top of you, you wanted to move, you wanted to dodge but that ass had you mesmerized. You’d swear the ground shook when her ass landed on your head, then everything went black for a minute or two. Suddenly reality snapped back into being and you were stand behind your offensive line ready for the next play. “What happened”? You asked confusingly.
“You died. The rules are somewhere between a mixes of blitz’s rules with a level of violence that makes blood bowl seem like tiddlywinks” Cindy answered. “Both teams get 15 players on each team all aloud to play in the field at the same time. If someone on your teams dies you play a man short until you are down to 1 alive player left in which case you team regenerates. If you die you take one of your teammate’s places starting at the next play. You can substitute players but only when your team mass regenerates. Ready to play?” Cindy asked with a sly smile.
Honestly that sounded awesome, but you knew Cindy. As much as she loved competition sometimes, specifically when facing you, she loved to stack the deck against her opponent and play with them like a cat with a cornered mouse. But what was the worst that could happen. “Yeah I’m ready. Let’s play.”
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