He could manipulate the outcome of this little contest, see that one of the two lasted to the end. It would be hard, requiring the best he could employ in subtlety and head games.
I like it.
The wind blew flame-heated air at his back, thick with the smell of smoke and the sweet tang of blood.
Delicious.
He smiled. These challenges, after all, served as his own carrot.
Jack Slash would play strategy games on the hardest difficulty.
Watch out, Coil, there’s a new chessmaster in town.
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