Brooke stared at the chess board, trying to make sense of the position while he searched for the right move. He wasn’t familiar with this line which was never a good sign. He knew it was unlikely that he’d be able to solve his problems over the board, but in this instance his opponent seemed just as confused as he was.
Both sides had to deal with pinned pieces, and most others were too busy protecting vital squares to be moved anyway. Something would have to give soon, it was simply a matter of who ran out of moves first.
