[ The kid's got pretty good manoeuvring-- the sort of grace that tells Logan he has experience. Not in running, not in moving, but in this particular brand of escape; it makes him feel a little better about focusing his senses on the pieces around them rather than whether the kid can run without tripping on his own feet.
There is the surreal sound of ripping, popping plastic. The weaponless pieces begin, inexplicably, to grow weapons of their own from their bodies.
Logan slices straight through a queen before what looks to be an axe can materialise at her side. Its blade smashes into the chessboard, sending tremors beneath their feet and cracks all along. ]
Do you see a door?! [ Swiftly moving to Doug's side and dashing from it, Logan cuts through a pawn that'd been making its way towards him. The pieces are coming faster, the ground shaking beneath them, and Logan roars and brings his claws forward and around mercilessly. ]
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There is the surreal sound of ripping, popping plastic. The weaponless pieces begin, inexplicably, to grow weapons of their own from their bodies.
Logan slices straight through a queen before what looks to be an axe can materialise at her side. Its blade smashes into the chessboard, sending tremors beneath their feet and cracks all along. ]
Do you see a door?! [ Swiftly moving to Doug's side and dashing from it, Logan cuts through a pawn that'd been making its way towards him. The pieces are coming faster, the ground shaking beneath them, and Logan roars and brings his claws forward and around mercilessly. ]