When humanity is threatened only the super powered might of the Toronto Maple Leafs can be counted on to save the day. On the dark side of our planets moon a threat is once again stirring. The Silver Chalice has been awakened once more, and it thirsts for blood. Sixteen teams of mighty heroes have been called upon to fend off entire armies of brutal aliens. Sixteen have been selected, but only one shall be victorious. And this year it is the Leafs who will drink from the Silver Chalice. #iBLeaf  

When Jake Muzzin veers into his werebear form he walks on the knifes edge of humanity, every time he worries that the beast might not let go. This fear never stops him from doing what he needs to. Patrick Marleau has learned to let his werewolf side take over, trusting his inner beast completely. Brad Marchand seems to hate his wererat form almost as much as his human  shape. Having no beast shape, David Krecji can’t relate to the concerns of the other heroes.

The Toronto Maple Leafs and Boston Bruins are locked in a deadly struggle against an alien army but there are ebbs and flows to the battle. After the confusion of crash landing on the moon and the chaos of the first clash of arms the two sides have pulled back to regroup. The heroes are spread out, which makes sense since the army is just a huge meat shield for the six remaining alien commanders. The Leafs took the head of the first. Now the werefolk, along with David, search the lunar plain for signs of another. Suddenly the ground beneath their feet starts to quake and three large, toothy worms burst up in a spray of rock and dirt.

Jake immediately grapples with the worm in front of him, tearing into it with his claws. Patrick darts between the other two keeping them distracted and furious. David pulls out his bow and starts to fill the worm on the left with arrows. Brad drools and giggles as he watches from behind David.

“Watch out!” Brad yells as the worm on the right moves toward Jake.

Turning just a moment too late, the werebear takes the full weight of the worms massive bulk to his chest. With a growl Jake tosses one heavy worm on top of the other. Patrick leaps to back up Jake and the Leafs tear into the downed worms. David continues to pour shafts into the third worm and soon the struggle is over. From his spot behind David’s knee, Brad nervously gnaws in his tail.

“What’s that?” The foul little rat-man asks, pointing to the horizon where a plume of dust billows in the distance.

The heroes move to intercept the dust plume but soon they see that whatever it is, it is heading towards them. It doesn’t take long for the heroes to see a gigantic version of the worms they just killed hurtling across the moon at them.

“Scatter!” Brad yells, running away as fast as his stumpy legs will carry him.

The other three heroes spread out. David has used half of his arrows, but none of his special ones. The Leafs growl and flex, teeth and claws eager to tear into the enormous worm. At the last moment the worm swerves to a stop, spraying moon rocks at the heroes and pummelling them with stones. Before they can recover the worm rears up high above the heroes and slams its gigantic body onto the plains below, narrowly missing Jake and David but knocking the heroes off their feet. Patrick recovers first and leaps onto the worm, tearing into flesh in rabid fury. Jake rushes to leap onto the worms head before it can rise up out of reach. The werebear savages the worms eye cluster as if he here digging out a winter burrow. David empties his quiver into the terrible beasts body, his special arrows carving massive chunks out of it as they detonate from the inside.

Only Brad, watching from a distance, notices the gold clad alien clinging to a seat strapped precariously to the worms head. As the intense battle rages on Brad stays focused on the prize. He can’t help but spray some musk in excitement as the huge worm comes crashing to the ground. The alien commander is pinned beneath its saddle. Brad drools as he approaches. The commander notices Brad and tries to free itself. The wererat slides his dagger into the commanders throat and delicately removes its head. The score is tied, one-one.