The generations of forefathers locked in his head all spoke out at once causing him to roll at the Bullrok’s large frame in pain. Half of the voices were screaming instructions, half hurling abuse about opportunities missed. Together they made the sound of a rioting mob.
The pilots of the Steam Monolith were closer enough to witness the Black King under what they assumed was some kind of internal attack and with limited power motored towards his position…
- indicates move to nominated square
X indicates piece taken on that move
+ indicates check
White left Black Right
18. QRh5-g5 + 18. Kg8-h8