A Game of Chess
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The Pawn: Able to move two squares forward at the start of the match but only one after. Can't go backwards, only forward. Can become a Rook, Bishop, Knight, or Queen if it reaches the other side of the board. Can only capture diagonally.
The Rook: Able to move any number of free squares forward, backwards, and to the sides.
The Knight: Able to jump allies and move in any combination of one and two forwards and backwards, can only capture on it's last square. (Example: One forward, two to the left or right. Two forward, one to the left or right. One backwards, two to the left or right, etc.)
The Bishop: Moves any number of free spaces diagonally.
The Queen: Moves any number of free spaces in any direction. Known as the most powerful and threatening piece on the board.
The King: Moves one space in any direction. Protect your king no matter what. If your king is captured, you lose the game.
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"Checkmate." A green haired male said while smirking. Using his Queen and capturing the king on the other side of the chess board. "Farewell All Might." He chuckled in amusement as the white king clattered onto the board with a loud echoing thud. "How many bodies have piled at the foot of your throne?" A male voice asked. The other male smirked picking up his pile of captured pieces. "Do you count how many bugs you step on? Do you count your kills, Karma?" He asked. Karma shrugged. A chuckle rung through the hideout, a blond haired female with silver eyes stepping out of the shadows. "I count my kills." She declared proudly. "I like knowing how much blood is on my hands." She said with a smirk, sitting across from the green haired male. "I have no doubt about that Elara." The male muttered. "Care for a game? Or is this seat saved for your 'Queen'?" Elara asked, using air quotes. Karma snickers and the green haired male cracks a smile. "Promise not to use your Quirk and a game sounds lovely." He responded. "Deal." Elara agreed.
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