Red pieces march mindlessly to the tattoo of the Queen s drum. The opposition courageously resists. To no avail. Her tyranny is inescapable. Still, they fight on.
Death is preferable to defeat.
Knotted in this bloody endgame, no quarter is asked for. None is given. And Alice is moot witness to this madness. A sulfurous stench burns your eyes and alerts you to the presence of these nefarious minions of the Queen. Veins coursing with lava and eyes that spurt flames make these diminutive angels of the bottomless pit dangerous foes.