That's one clever bird.

He thought it was a check—move, kill or block. Spell on the map, she can't get it. He didn't realize she'd been once space over. But He's still in this game.

So the bird is a little step ahead. She's surprised Him, that's all, with her ingenuity, her deep-rooted connections. She's moving those pawns around to get them to do the work she can't. It's brilliant.

So what does He do?

That stupid little stone-thrower that apparently didn't throw his stone hard enough is capable of retrieving the map and once he has it, she'll take it from him.

He twirls in his chair like He does when He thinks. Then, He has an idea.

She's a pawn player at heart—power in the underdog, power in numbers, power in the unexpected. So what can He do?

Steal her pawns.