End of the Hunt

Once I was able to, I actually held off on going for the winning roll for a turn, electing instead to remove whatever pieces of his I could to slow him down.

"Not confident in winning without using the Snake ability?" said the Angler, "no…it's more like you're the type who doesn't take a risk unless he has to."

I nodded. "But when it is time to take a risk, I don't shy away." I moved my Heir piece, the strongest minor piece that couldn't join the board until the 5th layer, to attack his own Heir along with two Pawns. The Angler's brow furrowed—I'd be able to roll five dice to attack against just three to defend, since his last attack had left his Heir piece on a space by itself. Even so, he rolled 14, and my dice only beat him by 3 points. "Is it because he's a genius, or is the one who set up the greater board along with myself simply not a very good player himself?" the Angler grumbled as he removed his Heir piece and the losing Pawns from the board.