Furthering Competition - Part 9

Oliver was faced with another decision again. He hated being on the defensive, and now he'd avoided doing that entirely. But he'd paid a dear price. He was three units down, seemingly without reason. The soldiers that had once served as his pieces had given their mock cries of death, and fallen to the ground, with poor acting skills, before promptly standing up again and walking off their giant board. It wasn't as if Oliver could suddenly resurrect them.

'There ought to be opportunity somewhere around here…' Oliver thought to himself, looking. It wasn't like with Nila, where her pieces often enough were exposed, and he had his fair share of attacks. The thread that he had to look for from Bookthorne was thin, and elusive. It was a difficult thing to track down.