[ The bishop is ignored. It is weak, cowering behind the frontal assault of the knight, and Tartaglia does not bother with the weak when a worthy adversary is on the field. Though his eyes dart between the rook and the knight (queen and king seemingly forgotten) as he carefully considers his next move.
The rook is the head of the snake— every gut instinct burning within him is almost sure of that. Without a doubt, he will need to be taken out. But is the knight a credible enough warrior to deal with first, lest he pay for that mistake gravely later if he wrongfully ignores him? Decisions, decisions. And without proper information to go on.
Ah, but it is the thrill of the unknown that Tartgalia loves. Jumping headfirst into a situation that has him at the disadvantage. So he does not falter. He does not hesitate.
(And he does not let Zhongli have the upper hand in the battle under the table as that teasing sharp touch recedes. Sneakers aren't really made for this kind of elegant touch that Zhongli so expertly wields, but they'll do in a pinch. He catches Zhongli's foot just at the Achille's heel with the curve of his shoe — slides up and down in a mirror of what Zhongli had done a few moments before but making sure to press a little harder against all those delicately vulnerable places.)
The knight moves to engage the other knight, bold and brave and just out of reach of the army of pawns. ]
You're so serious, Mister Zhongli.
[ As if Ajax wasn't just the same. ]
Could it be that perhaps I have tempered your strategy with boldness?
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The rook is the head of the snake— every gut instinct burning within him is almost sure of that. Without a doubt, he will need to be taken out. But is the knight a credible enough warrior to deal with first, lest he pay for that mistake gravely later if he wrongfully ignores him? Decisions, decisions. And without proper information to go on.
Ah, but it is the thrill of the unknown that Tartgalia loves. Jumping headfirst into a situation that has him at the disadvantage. So he does not falter. He does not hesitate.
(And he does not let Zhongli have the upper hand in the battle under the table as that teasing sharp touch recedes. Sneakers aren't really made for this kind of elegant touch that Zhongli so expertly wields, but they'll do in a pinch. He catches Zhongli's foot just at the Achille's heel with the curve of his shoe — slides up and down in a mirror of what Zhongli had done a few moments before but making sure to press a little harder against all those delicately vulnerable places.)
The knight moves to engage the other knight, bold and brave and just out of reach of the army of pawns. ]
You're so serious, Mister Zhongli.
[ As if Ajax wasn't just the same. ]
Could it be that perhaps I have tempered your strategy with boldness?