This week we made our foray in to heroic Blackrock Foundry, and started flipping tables and chairs everywhere.
Hanz and Franz tried to get us pumped up, but in the end, it was like they didn't even lift.
Beastlord Darmac bitch and moaned, stomped and cried, clawed at us like a little girl, spit fire like a new mixtape, and still wasn't able to take Blood Tithe to the hilt.
And Gruul...well, "Old Lefty" just couldn't hang with a crowd that could use both hands for all necessary and entertainment purposes.
Operator, you're on notice...better get more troop transports en route. Oregorger, fill er up! Maidens, we're coming to screw you up too. Flamebender, get bent!
And Blackhand...yea, we're getting ready to drop it like it's hot!