[ OT ] Writing Workshop # 50 : Conflict - Man vs. Man

As I surveyed the battlefield, I could tell it was going to be a long, bloody slog to achieve victory. Our right flank was all but decimated. Their much more combat adept knights had made quick work of the footsoldier advance, and were now closing in towards myself and what little allies I had left surrounding me. Our left flank was n't doing much better. I could feel the opposing king's smug expression boring into me as I composed myself, trying carefully to think of anything to slow the oncoming tides. 
 
 Before the battle, I could see King Weiss from my perch. He was carefully setting up his men, ensuring nothing was out of place. I knew my opponent was careful like that, and I was sure that his perfectionism would be his downfall. I could not lose this battle. Not for land, not for money, but for pride. This man had done nothing but gloat, forever spouting praise of his amazing tactical abilities. My hate for him burnt like hot coals in my lungs. Today was finally the day that he would be brought down from his high horse, but all I seemed to be doing was giving it a pedestal. 
 
 I watched King Weiss' men move forward. I knew my final stand was close at hand, and I must prepare my defenses with what little I had left. I pulled what men I could close in formation. I looked out, and saw the King himself was moving towards our last defense. Was he so confident that he would risk everything just to join the final battle? A sinking feeling in my stomach made itself apparent as I watched his men position themselves for the final assault. 
 
 It all happened way faster than any of us had anticipated. Like a holy wind, the enemy descended upon us. One by one, I watched in horror as valiant soldiers were tossed aside like pawns. Before I knew it, I was surrounded and alone. I knew I was defeated. I stretched out my hand and only offered these words: 
 
 `` I guess you're really as good as you say you are.'' 
 
 He grabbed my hand firmly, and smiled knowingly. `` I'm sure you'll get me some day.'' He mused, picking up his pieces off the board, `` But today is not that day.'' 
 I pushed my pieces over to him as he started scooping up pawns and bishops alike. I know I'll get him next time. 
 
 EDIT: Grammar
