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“Do you know what to do, Zanar?”

It was the girl. She was beginning to panic. The boy paused, surveying the trap that Klein was in.

“Nope.”

“Oh.”

“Did I forget to mention that you are being timed? If you lose the game or if you fail to finish in the appointed time limit, there will be, shall we say, consequences.”

Klein began to yell an expletive when Zanar cut in.

“Fail at what? This weird game thingy? That is so unfair, you stupid, talking, evil pile of rocks!”

“Watch yourself, boy. You don’t want to be responsible if little Blind Girly or Klein here get hurt, do you?”

Zanar was silent. Klein knew the feeling. Knowing that he had to do something but fearing to fail and make thing worse.

“No,” he whispered. “I don’t.”

“Good.”

Klein was furious now. Getting off on beating the weak, especially children, ticked him off. It was underhanded and cowardly. He hated it. He had hated being the victim of it in the orphanage. When he got big enough, he tried to help the other orphans stand up to the bullies.

“Okay,” Riure said. “Let’s play. Master Klein, what do I do?”

“Is this China the thing we’re supposed to defeat?”

Klein took a deep breath. Focus. Focus on what is in front of you. He could do it. It would be a little slow but he could get these kids to at least hold their own in this game.

“Alright. Lets do this.” Klein spoke slowly. Leave no room for error due to fast talk. “The green cards are used to move. The grey cards are used to attack. You can only use one per turn. DON’T TELL ME WHAT YOU HAVE.” This place already had the high ground. He would avoid giving any more. “There should be a card to help you remember what unit does what. Keep it handy. There are dice. You use those to determine attack damage. This is about all I can do. I can’t let who ever the other guy is know what we plan to do. I can offer advice but remember anything I say, he can hear. You guys have got this. Let em have it.”

Klein gave them a thumbs up. He had done everything he could. If it was his time, it was his time, nothing would change it. He was prepared for it. Picking up the rifle, Klein looked it over. It was a long sniper’s rifle, not his usual DM rifle. It wouldn’t fire but it gave him some semblance of his role. Shouldering it, Klein looked over the game board.

“Alright. Bring it on!”