Christmas? (open to Titans)

Zack raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. "As I said, you aren't much of a match for any of them. Without my armor, I wouldn't be either. However, their weakness leis in our strength. We have all lost something, and that makes us all predictable in our own way. They know I'll just charge in, guns blazing. If I were to do so, I will shurely die, true, however a single twig snaps far easier than a bundle. We lure out the Bishop, which requires naught but patience, for in his jealous hatred, he will come to us. Then we find the Rook, and we separate him from the Queen. She's just a child, do a single bullet will do the trick if it makes it, which is a big if. However if I can get close, she will fall by my blade, and then the Rook will lose his leash, and we can goad him into attacking the pawns for us. That only leaves the King, the Master, and last of all, the Knight." Looking at Joshua, Zack flashed a fake thumbs up. "Nowhere in particular. Just nowhere."

Joshua looked down at Night, not believeing a word he said. He could see the lie in that permanent smirk of his. "You are a terrible liar, you know that maniac." He placed the green bowl down on the ground gently. He folded his arm, not letting any of them leave the room or enter it. "Tell me, Why the strange gift? Is it for some reason in the past or just to slaughter the wicked?" His eyes glared at him, standing sternly at the door frame, refusing to move. They can try to move him, but the results may end in a few broken bones.