Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2014 5:37:17 GMT -5
You can only become smarter by playing a smarter opponent. . . the opening move was of course a feint. It always was with the old man of the mountain. Lex Luthor felt the boot hit the side of his face as he tried to roll with the hit, but then again, when you start damage mitigation, that's when you let your opponent have full control of the board. Most intelligent people fancied themselves chess players, and numerous minds have attempted to challenge Lex Luthor at the game, as if a board game were a test for intelligence. Lex Luthor of course was a master of Chess, although not perhaps to what his intellect would presuppose.
He'd learned the game from a man named Blind Louie in the Suicide Slums, although he'd never found a great love for it. Professor Sivana had created a variation with more explosive intensity that descended into discussions of hypertime. Sivana was never a strategic thinker, however, nor a tactical one. Lex would pretend to forget how the horses moved in the game, although he knew better. It was something the old men played when they weren't playing cards, which was rarely. Again, Lex had never found an appreciation for Chess any more than he had an appreciation for Monopoly.
Until he played against his current opponent. Chess itself was a boardgame, but as a metaphor for strategic and tactical thought, it created a reasonable visual aide for the ancient master. Of course, playing against the Demon's Head was somewhat different than playing against other opponents.
Thus Lex Luthor again felt the boot hit the side of his head, although he took the blow to a glancing way, trying to fall and roll backwards as he did, rightfully so. . . he barely avoided the decapitating blow that would have left him unable to perform a countermove. . . and headless.
But still, the task of the positional player is systematically to accumulate slight advantages and try to convert temporary advantages into permanent ones, otherwise the player with the better position runs the risk of losing it. Despite being knocked back, Luthor was able to gain space from the overreaction to the kick to the head, twisting backwards he was able to get the sun behind him, while simultaneously grabbing the sword from where it had been lost among one of the ventilation units, then bring it towards Ra's legs. Ra's, of course, was much too skilled to allow a simple ruse to get in the way, and sidestepped the whole problem.
Lex narrowed his eyes, the rooftop of LexCorp had a number of objects and nooks hidden among its features, and of course Lex was aware of all of them. It's why he'd worked hard to make certain this duel would be in his baliwick, on his rooftop where he had a slight advantage in the groundwork. Then again, Ra's was no fool, and he would have familiarized himself with the locale before allowing himself to fight here. Another deadly arc with the offhand sword flew towards Luthor's chest, nicking his tie as Luthor leapt backwards. The tie would have been sliced clean off were it not made of sterner stuff.
"B4" Luthor mirrored his position in the duel, the pawn moved forward as an offer to the bishop. Sacrifice of materiel for positional advantage. . . if the gambit was accepted. If not, he'd have other avenues. Luthor swung again with his one sword towards Ra's flank slightly, sidestepping and awaiting the counterblow with the other sword. If the gambit was accepted.
He'd learned the game from a man named Blind Louie in the Suicide Slums, although he'd never found a great love for it. Professor Sivana had created a variation with more explosive intensity that descended into discussions of hypertime. Sivana was never a strategic thinker, however, nor a tactical one. Lex would pretend to forget how the horses moved in the game, although he knew better. It was something the old men played when they weren't playing cards, which was rarely. Again, Lex had never found an appreciation for Chess any more than he had an appreciation for Monopoly.
Until he played against his current opponent. Chess itself was a boardgame, but as a metaphor for strategic and tactical thought, it created a reasonable visual aide for the ancient master. Of course, playing against the Demon's Head was somewhat different than playing against other opponents.
Thus Lex Luthor again felt the boot hit the side of his head, although he took the blow to a glancing way, trying to fall and roll backwards as he did, rightfully so. . . he barely avoided the decapitating blow that would have left him unable to perform a countermove. . . and headless.
But still, the task of the positional player is systematically to accumulate slight advantages and try to convert temporary advantages into permanent ones, otherwise the player with the better position runs the risk of losing it. Despite being knocked back, Luthor was able to gain space from the overreaction to the kick to the head, twisting backwards he was able to get the sun behind him, while simultaneously grabbing the sword from where it had been lost among one of the ventilation units, then bring it towards Ra's legs. Ra's, of course, was much too skilled to allow a simple ruse to get in the way, and sidestepped the whole problem.
Lex narrowed his eyes, the rooftop of LexCorp had a number of objects and nooks hidden among its features, and of course Lex was aware of all of them. It's why he'd worked hard to make certain this duel would be in his baliwick, on his rooftop where he had a slight advantage in the groundwork. Then again, Ra's was no fool, and he would have familiarized himself with the locale before allowing himself to fight here. Another deadly arc with the offhand sword flew towards Luthor's chest, nicking his tie as Luthor leapt backwards. The tie would have been sliced clean off were it not made of sterner stuff.
"B4" Luthor mirrored his position in the duel, the pawn moved forward as an offer to the bishop. Sacrifice of materiel for positional advantage. . . if the gambit was accepted. If not, he'd have other avenues. Luthor swung again with his one sword towards Ra's flank slightly, sidestepping and awaiting the counterblow with the other sword. If the gambit was accepted.