The damage done was clear. He was on the brink of complete destruction and to the point of where withdrawal wasn’t even possible.
Napoleon took a deep breath and studied his options.
“Admit it,” Illya demanded, his eye steely and focused. “I have squashed you like a bug. He studied the board intently. “I am ready for you to install me as your better.”
“Not likely.” Napoleon made a snap decision. “Baker five”
“Say it, Illya.”
“I won’t.” Illya crossed his arms in defiance.
Napoleon laughed. “You must. The rules demand it.”
“You sank my Battleship.”