[Doug doesn't have time to be aghast. He'd been tracking every move carefully. The language of chess is more like a dance than anything, pieces taking their turn in a set number of moves. He'd known every possible outcome.
So he refuses to take the blame for this. Whatever, it hardly matters now.
The sword is suddenly as heavy in his hands as it should have been from the start, and he drops it before the weight can bowl him over. It clatters to the ground where it shatters as if it had been made of glass.]
...Running it is.
[He can't read these pieces as well as he could a human. Potential movement is left to physics, and he slides under a piece right before it can fall on top of him.]
no subject
[Doug doesn't have time to be aghast. He'd been tracking every move carefully. The language of chess is more like a dance than anything, pieces taking their turn in a set number of moves. He'd known every possible outcome.
So he refuses to take the blame for this. Whatever, it hardly matters now.
The sword is suddenly as heavy in his hands as it should have been from the start, and he drops it before the weight can bowl him over. It clatters to the ground where it shatters as if it had been made of glass.]
...Running it is.
[He can't read these pieces as well as he could a human. Potential movement is left to physics, and he slides under a piece right before it can fall on top of him.]