Knight
The black knight faced the white queen, and a smirk grew on his general's lips.
"Checkmate," Ryan declared and watched his opponent's face disappear as she slammed her head down onto the table in a despairing gesture.
"That's it," the impressive amount of brown curls said with a note of finality in it's voice. "That is the 5th game in a row that I've lost, please spare me any further humiliation."
Ryan stretched lazily on his chair. "So, you'll admit it, then?"
The mop of hair groaned and slowly raised itself from the desk to reveal a slightly grumpy composer. She sighed, and with an air of mixed amusement and irritation, she began the recitation. "I, Kelsi Nielsen, being of sound mind, am willing to admit to the fact that Ryan Evans forever and always will beat me in anything strategic in nature. Happy now?" The blond young man on the opposite side of her grinned and slit a piece of paper towards her. "Ecstatic. Now please sign the prearranged contract" With a lot less grumbling than he expected, she complied.
"There. Now will you tell me how you got to be a freaky militant genius?"
He tipped his hat in her direction. "It's all a dance, my dear."
So, funny story. I just had the first of my exams of Doom +3 today, and actually got an A in Plato and Aristotle's philosophies (specifically their views regarding ontology), which I have next to no clue about. This naturally lead me to the conclusion that fic writing is very healthy and in fact improves on the results before an important final. Thus, I write this, confident that it will help me with my last one on Monday.