Fighting words. The hint of a smile nearly returned to Levi's face as he gazed steadily across the table at Erwin. He took another swig of wine, this time unprompted, finding it as drinkable as ever. When he castled, it was with one hand and one motion; the stone pieces clacked together softly as they rolled between his fingers.

"So we don't involve our shitty pay." He paused. "But if that's how you feel, then why not resign now?"

Levi felt confident. He figured himself well-defensed, and whatever Erwin was planning for his grand attack, it could be dealt with. At the very least, he would be able to mitigate his opponent's mustering of power in what would likely prove to be an active and bloody midgame.