The Red Knight looked about him during a lull in the fighting, checking his position on the almost deserted battlefield. Here to his left was the Black Knight, an evil smirk on his dark face; and there behind him was the king whom he must protect at all costs. Slowly, he sighed. The war had gone badly this day, and there was not much hope for victory. Nevertheless, he made ready for combat, praying that it would not be his last.

Suddenly, in the midst of his thinking, the Black Knight rushed past him to the defenseless king behind. The Red Knight tried to cut him off, but it was too late. He watched, stricken, as the foe approached his king

"Checkmate. . ."