The Big Money Three… the strangest games…

Armored clad units constructed for collision, projecting and protecting advancements and retreats along a moveable front with a minute and strictly enforced demilitarized zone where penalties for infractions apply.

Vertical svelte elongated figures careening gazelle-like on a horizontal wooden plane in a strategically chaotic dance with much posturing and ado about something.

Teams with coagulated purpose yet beaming individualism as silhouettes stand relaxed yet poised, deep in thought or not, waiting for a cue from the contact of a wooden appendage and tightly woven leather clad projectile to explode into efficient agenda, then only to return after the hubbub to detachment of the moment.