[It's like a good fight, playing chess with Dextera. It's nostalgic and new all at once, and thinking back on how far he's come is always nice. He always wants to provide a nice challenge for Dextera... but here he is, pinned, four turns of ten seconds each to go.
He pushes away the distracting thoughts of how he wants to wrestle Dextera to the ground himself after this match, regardless of the victor, because he won't be able to do that, and instead lets his hand hover over the board as he thinks.
Ten whole seconds, and he makes his move, captures one of Dextera's pieces. He's going to be using all of the seconds of Dextera's turns to think, as well, but with how used to this it all is, Guren doubts they'll be the full ten each. It's more limited.
His eyes flick back across the board to meet Dextera's, anyway, because he wants to see them.]
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He pushes away the distracting thoughts of how he wants to wrestle Dextera to the ground himself after this match, regardless of the victor, because he won't be able to do that, and instead lets his hand hover over the board as he thinks.
Ten whole seconds, and he makes his move, captures one of Dextera's pieces. He's going to be using all of the seconds of Dextera's turns to think, as well, but with how used to this it all is, Guren doubts they'll be the full ten each. It's more limited.
His eyes flick back across the board to meet Dextera's, anyway, because he wants to see them.]