Never in his life had he known a match to be halted for just about anything. He had been playing a home game in the middle of a sandstorm that had caused players to crash bodily into one another. One of the chasers had been thrown from his broom and fell from the air unconscious and it hadn't caused the match to be halted. Either these English were delicate little flowers which given the way their knees were exploding left right and centre was possible, or someone in the stands was seriously injured or more likely dead. Players were expendable - fans, well they paid.


'Bad?' he asked in Arabic to his nearest teammate who had been closer to the incident than he had been.

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