Checkmate.
Jen looked at the board. Her king was surrounded. She only had a king and a knight piece left. Prowl pretty much had all of his pieces, with the exception of two pawns and a bishop. If she moved her king to the right, his bishop would get, left, a knight, diagonal, a pawn, down, his queen. If she just stayed there, then his rook would get it. Her knight was rendered useless, so she just knocked the king down with the flick of her finger. They have only started five minutes ago.
You are improving. Prowl observed. This time it only took me ten moves to get your king.
Jen slumped on the desk, her head resting on her arm. I know you are a military strategist, but how on Earth do you do that?
I can see eight hundred targets at once and I can predict many possible moves on the battle field in a split second. The same goes for this. He leaned back in his chair. I
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