[It's all quiet focus, now. Guren can see an ending he wants, but that's dangerous, too— choosing one path in a game of bold offense is an easy way to forget himself and lose, but he's aware of that. There's no timer. He's taking his time evaluating what he can, and then he makes his move, one step closer to check, hidden behind the advance of another piece that could easily be moving to do the same.
Even if he wins this round, he knows Dextera will improve and push him on the next, likely win, and send Guren into a frustrated spiral of spending all of his free time thinking of how to do better. But, he likes that, in the end.
He likes this.
And this time his fingers find one of Dextera's pieces, tapping the top of it like a taunting little bitch as he whistles like he's impressed by it all.]
This is close. Are you going to throw this one away?
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Even if he wins this round, he knows Dextera will improve and push him on the next, likely win, and send Guren into a frustrated spiral of spending all of his free time thinking of how to do better. But, he likes that, in the end.
He likes this.
And this time his fingers find one of Dextera's pieces, tapping the top of it like a taunting little bitch as he whistles like he's impressed by it all.]
This is close. Are you going to throw this one away?