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"Blood is hardly in accordance with the tournament regulations," Eileen hissed. "Let's just focus on capturing something." A sacrifice would be needed, even if only in wood. Sighing, she pushed her pawn to e5 and pressed the clock with a bit more force than necessary. "Happy now?" This unsound gambit would result in the kind of wild complications her companion craved. The sword at her side hummed in resonance, though clearly unhappy; Eileen knew it felt reduced to a whittling knife in moments like this. Nevertheless, the board grew foggy with visions of new battles ahead. She could not wait.