So why are you skipping your break then ? <| sep |> that pattern tho <| sep |> The dull thumps of fingerpads on the glass sky interspersed by the blunt taps of nails and the rubbery swipes of fingers , did not take away from the beauty of the open battle field . The Knight looked on , at the rolling grass ahead of him and the two bridges that crossed the nameless river . The shadow of a finger grew dark all around him a thump resounded and a musketeer dropped neatly on her feet and charged at the closest tower . It was really just a ridiculous duel . He did not need to think too much . Just attack , that ' s all . Just attack . , He muttered to himself . The rules were simple . You materialized where The Player placed you and after that you attacked you raced towards the closest tower , destroying any and all enemies you see on the way . You topple the tower or you die trying . There was never much time to think , never much room for argument you were compelled to race towards the towers . And you raced . Even now , his heart beat a quick pace . The tower beckoned to him , and the cheers of his fellow army personnel tugged at his heartstrings . The Player tapped the screen above The Knight ' s head impatiently . And The Knight bristled . He wanted to jump into the battle desperately and the only thing holding him back was the thought of the void . It glued his feet to the grassy knoll he was placed at and he could not move even if he willed it . That The Player lacked skill was obvious . The Player did not adapt to The Opponents plays , nor did they learn from the previous clashes that their strategy was failing . No . , he whispered to himself . The Game did not allow for him to have a very long memory so he could not judge just how bad The Player was , but he shuddered at the thought of the number of deaths he had been sent to before . At the number of times he must have blanked out , just as he did now , and realized he was being sent to die . No . , The Knight said to himself with finality . I will not race to my death . As if on cue , his body turned around . In a state of blank mindfulness , he turned his back to the opponent and looked up . He was not prepared for what he saw . A giant that looked the shape of a human and a blinding light that the giants head blocked with his head like a halo took up the lower half of the sky . The upper half showed a celing beyond the sky . His spine wriggled in his megalophobia . He looked on , stunned , and did not notice the Goblins stopping their charge to look at what he was looking at . His hand floated up his side , light as air . It rose up in front of him , fingers balling into a fist . A middle finger unfurling , and the hand rose higher , until sign of the the bird formed by his hand was raised as high as it could go , and directed , pointedly , at The Player . The sulphurous smell of The Fire Spirits rose thru the air , as they turned around and placed themselves beside The Witch . The pungent stench of The Barbarians , mixed with the delicate scent of the twin Archers . They all stood alongside him looking up at The Player . He couldn ' t tell how long he had made the gesture to The Player , but when he came back to himself he was in a crowd of troops all showing The Player their finger . Even Sparky , the electricity wielding siege engine stood with them , crackling loudly . The player rapped at the screen with both thumbs in increasing frustration . Fuck You , The Knight barked . He had said it out loud unintentionally , and it woke him from his trance . Fuck you , Player , He said . And the nods of his fellow soldiers reassured him . The sounds of battle were no more . Just the breathing of his fellow troopers and the sound their armors clinking . He imagined that the Opponent ' s troops were giving them a similar response . That they too stood together in solidarity and rejected the heartless commandments of their player . The sky went blank .