"Right." Narvin hesitated, one hand hovering over the trapped piece, before he scooped it up and put it back down in its previous spot, brow furrowed. Moving it back was easy, but keeping it from being ensnared by one of Braxiatel's pieces was considerably harder. He stared at the board for a few moments longer, glancing at his other pieces.

There was an opening, but it was risky. Still, it was the only way to keep from falling into the same trap again, and Narvin knew it. He moved the new piece, and hoped that he wasn't making a bigger mistake.