The young man himself found his place once again in the centre. His eyes had carefully tracked Karstly throughout the day, as he attempted to decipher his movements in his head. Now he was caught up in a charge that he couldn't find himself predicting. As overwhelming as some of the Battle board opponents Oliver had played in the past had been, in the form of Hod, and Professor Volguard, never had he encountered a player of the game of strategy that seemed as difficult to predict as Karstly.
The charge seemed to come without a shred of warning. Oliver would have expected a better bridge to be built. Karstly had seemed to be careful the day before, after all. He'd prodded, and poked. Oliver had supposed that the same would be due here. He'd send small groups of his men in to harass… And yet, he'd committed the entirety of his army in a single charge, seeing a weakness that Oliver himself couldn't see.
