The rink rang with bladed athletes charging across the frozen surface, each wielding an edged bludgeon not for their foes, but the disc which garnered their apt attention. Primal energy surged through their masculine physiques as some would clash at full, frictionless velocity while others struck their wooden polearms true to usher that ebony marker flitting easily across the ice. The North Stars of Minnesota pushed the game's finality; a striker launched the destined puck to the most armored of the opposing team, but it was too late. The goal was made, and a score secured! The game finished in favor of the North Stars, and from the crowd roared the loudest a gleeful shriek of Moonfire as she rocketed from her array of stadium chairs; after all, so big a fan requires proper seating arrangement.

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