Ploy

“That was a really cheap ploy.”

“Yeah, but it technically wasn’t cheating, so it’s fair game.”

Boyle grunted as they walked away from the tournament hall.  From the looks of things, his chess career would have to wait until the next annual tournament because, thanks to that last game, he was out of the running.  He tried not to be upset, but the dam holding in his emotions had sprung a few leaks.  It was hard not to be bitter at being forced to move out of check only to have his queen immediately vanquished, his opponent’s true plan all along.

“You have to admit, it was pretty clever,” Damon, his opponent, said with a slight grin.  He clearly felt very proud of himself, but Boyle’s pride was too wounded to be understanding.