Sixth (Pawn)

"The lady with the blue veil..." The pawn stood waiting for the start of the game until he saw her. The white side's right Rook, which stood opposite, looked absolutely divine in the eyes of the pitiful figure. This lady looked so graceful, making Sixth's head spin. Her sword was merciless, her movements precise and perfect, her gaze as sharp as a knife blade. A strategic character, which did not allow her to show emotions. But even so, there was confidence in her eyes. Confidence in her own victory and superiority even over the Black Queen. This inspired fear in many black figures, forcing them to retreat back.

And only the pawns went forward, sacrificing their status on the board. As for now, the end of the game was announced. The white side won. The Steel Lady once again led her side to victory by giving the Black King a linear checkmate. Once again, that graceful raising of the sword, the menacing gaze, and the steady stance. A cold, slightly distant voice and a sharp look. "Check and mate. His Majesty the White King has won." The judges also announced the end of the round, and the players swept the pieces off the board, moving away to summarize the results. Pawn was out of the board, moving away from his side. But Sixth felt like he bumped into someone. The scent of metal and a slight chill. The lady with the blue veil who turned around, looking down at Pawn. "Hm?... And you are... The Sixth pawn, right? You don't have to worry, I have no plans to capture anyone outside the game-..." The Rook did not have time to finish, as quickly, on pure instinct, she caught the falling body of the enemy figure. He fainted just from looking at her. "Poor thing. Only went through a couple of squares, but, I guess, it was scary and exhausting." The lady sighed, stabbing her sword into the floor. So she remained standing, holding Pawn in her hands. And until he wakes up.