one word [pawn]
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The queen slowly made her way to the center of the field.
Her king had effectively made her a scout for the rest of the army.
Perhaps it was that she moved more fluidly than the rest.
Or perhaps it was because she walked the grounds with more ammunition than any bishop or rook.
Arriving at the designated spot, she noted the field had a distinctive slope.
"Why, it does seem downhill from my perspective here," thought the queen. "It would seem easier to defend; it also means I cannot see over the ridge to the south."
Looking for some form of cover, the queen found a nearby tree with an exceptionally wide base.
"Perhaps if I climb here, then possibly here, I can acquire an excellent perspective."
A slow rumble, in the distance and down the hill, seemed to distract from her climbing.
"What is that," the queen asked herself while finding her perch.
First one head appeared from the bottom of the hill.
As the chin, shoulders, and torso of the first became visible, several heads became visible behind him.
"Oh no," exclaimed the queen. "they're spawning!"
Nine more heads, all dressed identically to the first three, appeared over the hill.
"If I can find my horn," thought the queen, "I can notify my king and our court."
Two hundred feet away, the dozen pawns appeared to be running toward the queen's direction. Behind these, several more ranks of pawns also appeared to be running toward the queen.
Enabling her sights and ensuring her ammunition was in place, the queen set up her armaments, automatic triggering devices, and gracefully popped out of the tree. Ten cannons of varying thicknesses moved, targeting whichever pawn was closest to it's barrel.
As the queen ran, a quick turn of her head revealed nearly six dozen more pawns.
With a dark grin, the queen hit the trigger, setting off her dark toys.
The rumble of hundreds of identical pawns was quietly replaced with the thunder of gunfire.
And abruptly it stopped.
"No," said the queen, "I don't believe it."
The gentle rumbling from before had restarted, tentative at first, then loudly.
"But those were my finest," said the astonished queen. "and I have little left ... "
The queen slowly made her way to the center of the field.
Her king had effectively made her a scout for the rest of the army.
Perhaps it was that she moved more fluidly than the rest.
Or perhaps it was because she walked the grounds with more ammunition than any bishop or rook.
Arriving at the designated spot, she noted the field had a distinctive slope.
"Why, it does seem downhill from my perspective here," thought the queen. "It would seem easier to defend; it also means I cannot see over the ridge to the south."
Looking for some form of cover, the queen found a nearby tree with an exceptionally wide base.
"Perhaps if I climb here, then possibly here, I can acquire an excellent perspective."
A slow rumble, in the distance and down the hill, seemed to distract from her climbing.
"What is that," the queen asked herself while finding her perch.
First one head appeared from the bottom of the hill.
As the chin, shoulders, and torso of the first became visible, several heads became visible behind him.
"Oh no," exclaimed the queen. "they're spawning!"
Nine more heads, all dressed identically to the first three, appeared over the hill.
"If I can find my horn," thought the queen, "I can notify my king and our court."
Two hundred feet away, the dozen pawns appeared to be running toward the queen's direction. Behind these, several more ranks of pawns also appeared to be running toward the queen.
Enabling her sights and ensuring her ammunition was in place, the queen set up her armaments, automatic triggering devices, and gracefully popped out of the tree. Ten cannons of varying thicknesses moved, targeting whichever pawn was closest to it's barrel.
As the queen ran, a quick turn of her head revealed nearly six dozen more pawns.
With a dark grin, the queen hit the trigger, setting off her dark toys.
The rumble of hundreds of identical pawns was quietly replaced with the thunder of gunfire.
And abruptly it stopped.
"No," said the queen, "I don't believe it."
The gentle rumbling from before had restarted, tentative at first, then loudly.
"But those were my finest," said the astonished queen. "and I have little left ... "
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