When you rely on it the most, it lets you down. That’s why She liked elves. They stick to their guns, even when those guns are blackened and dripping with necrotic blood. It was risky to ask those pawns to do anything, but jolts of excitement had been trilling through Her ever since She watched White’s pieces start chasing one of Green’s. Those idiots were meant to be on the same side, and there they were, running around after one another.
Now, though, She was beginning to think it was all just a ploy. The Green piece had disappeared now somewhere under a colourless fog. Where the hell had this come from? Those pawns she was slowly tainting Black had charged straight for the Green camp and looked to be in a peace-making mood. Had She brought out Her most powerful weapons for nothing?
Why did Yellow not touch them? What was that sexless bastard’s endgame here? She seethed with rage. If they were going to tempt Her out of hiding like this, they’d have to deal with the consequences. She took hold of one of her aged bishops and slid it across the grid into place. Check.
