My fingers took accord of the game as my brain determined the moves. I would relocate the positions of the pieces, barely having to think about the move. By the time I blinked, it would be done. I watched the way Mara's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion or anger each time I knocked out one other piece. I enjoyed the way I was tormenting her. It made me smile in glee. Winning felt good. There was no way I would ever back down again. I needed to up my game, returning to the way I used to play.