"Touche..." Sekhmet's face was strangely calm. "But your planning does not always put you in the best situation. Example," Sekhmet grabbed his Queen, slid down and slowly took his Bishop. He chuckled for a moment.
"Now, from what I understand, our military forces in Salfir are being led by Satra Morta into battle against rebel troops from Drosin and Conud. The question is, how can we make this work to our advantage?" He laughed again. Seth's expression was too much.