Cornered.
All options were severed; he had fallen for one trick too many. He scanned his surroundings for something- anything- that could solve this puzzle... but none existed. Why have I misguided my troops? He looked to his side- at the pieces of his soul. He knew the answer, though; he underestimated his foe... and he was about to pay the price. Giving in to despair, he closed his eyes. "This is checkmate..." He relaxed his hand's grip.
A wooden piece fell onto the field, signaling the end of the duel.
"Good game, Master Pent."
"Likewise, Mark."