Post by Vio on Jan 8, 2016 9:24:43 GMT -5
Whatever Kusatta was thinking was probably wrong, that much was surprisingly obvious, even to Brandon. The way in which the smelly chef yelled out was utterly startling, but at the same time the awkward avian supposed that he should have predicted such a response. He had been given a choice by his opponent and, quite defiantly, chose to do something entirely different. At first, this game of chess had started as nothing more than a refresher course, but now it was clear which of the two competitors held the upper hand- err- flipper. One needed to be observant when playing such a strategic game as this and, though the Zoan ability user had so far demonstrated something of a head for understanding what was around him, Kusatta was failing to take into account the bigger picture.
“I’m not going to give you that one,” the cook commented sternly, seeming to have recognised the penguin’s ploy. But the action that followed those words seemed to defy logic – Brandon had capitalised on this man’s weakness without actually intending to do so. The ivory Pawn that stood as a guardian to the enemy king charged forward to assault the Bishop in black, but the oddly-shaped effigy was still serving its purpose. Ironically, such a move was actually rather confusing. For one, Brandon had honestly believed his associate to be more aware of what was going on based on his grumblings, so the movement of that particular piece caught him off guard. With a tilt of his head, he looked to his own army, running through his original strategy and realising his opponent had allowed him to skip a step without providing a defence.
Oru? The one remaining black Knight had been the subject of the folding fowl’s next movement, the intent to have it jump forward and begin to charge in towards the breaking lines of Pawns that made up Kusatta’s front row. By doing so, the clever bird was going to wait out the storm a little longer, opening up the potential of being able to place his foe in ‘Check’ (as they called it) as well as sparing his own King by nesting the ebon effigy between a barricade of Rook and Pawns. A strategy that was supposed to take another two turns at least was now a moot point. Surely, he could still achieve his goal if he so desired, but was not the point of a battle to end it as soon as possible? Unfortunately, very few humans seemed to be any good at that.
Ku… Once more, beady black eyes scanned every corner of the board in search of something. But there was nothing to be found. Mister Kotei had not set up any viable traps for the Queen. Perhaps, like Brandon himself, Kusatta knew not what a Queen was supposed to be? That seemed logical enough, but regardless of rhyme and reason, this game was practically over. Shaking his body feverishly and taking a second or two to stretch, the cook’s avian adversary stepped up to the board and took up that all-powerful piece. A piece that could mimic the qualities of both the idols with pointy heads and the ones whose tops were practically flat, the black Queen was carried lifted from her position on the board. Around the stage he waddled before placing the object back down upon the board, smack dab between his Pawn and his opponent’s Bishop.
“Chekku!” he announced proudly. The Queen stood in a place untouchable, the enemy’s own Bishop standing in the way of the only piece that could reach it: the Rook. But in that place, sitting upon a blackened tile, Brandon’s latest deployment had a direct path to the white King. Not only had his Bishop served an important role in this match, but it had even managed to survive to see the plan through. There was no method of attack – or of defence – that Kusatta could possibly make use of. He had but a single option if he wanted to continue, and that was to move his King…