[ WP ] Write a regular chess match as if it was a an epic battle of biblical proportions .

I had only been a soldier for a month, and I clearly lacked the skills my father had. He had been knighted in just 3 months. In comparison, I could only hope to hold onto my job. My morals prevented me from carrying out the kind of cold-blooded orders a soldier had to. But this would be the first battle I had come face-to-face to. And I was determined to prove anyone who ever doubted me wrong. 
 
 I saw the line of soldiers moving out. I wanted to move, but I resisted doing so. Something told me that I would get stomped apart by a powerful chariot, or slashed apart by the blessed blade of a quick moving bishop. The time dragged by and I stood my ground, not moving a single inch. Other soldiers were utilized as meat shields. Bishops dashed across the battleground, skewering their enemies. Chariots lurched forward, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. The legendary Queen warriors crushed their opposition with ease. 
 
 But I could tell that this would not go very well. The body count was too high on our side, and we never received reinforcements. Then I saw my chance - an opening on the field. I raced forward. 
 
 It felt like time stopped. Nobody else moved, save for another soldier on the opposing side. I skidded to a stop, adjacent to the enemy soldier. 
 
 A word flashed through my mind. [ *En passant. * ] ( https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/En_passant ) 
 
 I felt my blade moving. A twirl. My blade ate through flesh. 
 
 Blood sprayed into the air, but I continued to move forward. 
 
 Then I was in the thick of enemy lines. I had gone as far as I could go. 800 meters. The enemy was all around me. 
 
 But I felt something surging within me. A primordial call. A promotion. 
 
 I felt myself begin to grow, although it could have just been my imagination. I turned to face them. I had become one of the greats. Something surged within me. It was time to end this charade. 
 
 Edit: That was longer that I expected.
