You might think I’ve kept a bit quiet about Combat Cards night on 18th November (last Sunday), well you are perfectly right if you think I’m sulking, haha. It was more like a suicide mission for me, the only time I was on my feet was at the beginning of each match, got beaten so many times I lost count. My own fault, partly that I’m a lousy warrior and partly that I hadn’t arranged my deck of cards properly, I got left with either no cards or red cards that I could not use.
Destroyer Pinkie had soon dispatched me and then I fought Osprey, I seemed to be able to strike her a couple of times, but it wasn’t to be, Osprey being a master of her game soon dispatched me as well.
Well, then I saw Headburro, who had turned up all kitted out as a Spartan Warlord, I could see the gritty determination on his face that I was already a gonna before I started (mind you the sight of that chest made me and Destroyer weak at the knees!)
and all too soon I was brought down with a vengeance (any Hollywood moguls who want any extras as cannon fodder, I’m up for it, very good at falling over!).
Well, slinked away from the Arena to lick my wounds, will definitely (once again) sort my deck out before next Sunday. It’s a game that takes a lot of thought and skill, while I know I’ll never be that good at it I still really enjoy it all with my mates and we have a brilliant time. Watch out Osprey, Destroyer and Headbut Sparta, looks like I may have to turn up with a gun next time, haha.