The Bishop kneels on your shoulders, pressing you to the cold stone hearth. Your left arm shouldn't bend that way. 'Come on!' he shouts, 'show me your worth, sinner! Show me your worth!'.
The Bishop rushes you, low and fast. He always opens that way[…]You're stronger than you were at the first match, and you have the upper hand as often as his Grace. You pin his muscled bulk after five minutes and he relents.
