Check

He could feel her staring at him, watching his every move. He tried to be sly, hiding behind the others just a bit. If he was lucky enough, he'd be able to loiter over near the edge and regroup - come out stronger next time. But he could feel her eyes burning into him, knowing full well she'd step forward and that'd be that. "You lot! Why don't you cover me?" he asked everyone near but no one in particular (and not a peep echoed back in reply, because they didn't want to give their positions away). He had to go and, as bishop, wanted to set a good example, but ... he didn't doubt that she was targeting her prey with an unflinching and icy glare. "All queens are red queens," the rook had told him, plodding into place. "They're murderous mad on the board - even if a king's in the way (maybe especially so). Good thing ya got prayer on your side; maybe it'll help." The bishop stepped out, moving as quickly and silently as he could on the diagonal, hopeful but accepting the likelihood that he'd be a martyr for the cause.