Eventually, the three hands began shrinking. Sacha had three cards remaining. Stan had two and Camilla had two.
Sacha looked between them and realised she was about to get absolutely demolished by one of these two again...
"Wait." she said softly but neither responded.
"You two are actually taking this seriously."
Stan glanced at her. "You're just noticing?"
Sacha shook her head. "This isn't playing anymore. This is warfare."
Stan smiled. "You said it yourself earlier."
Sacha sighed. "Fine. Let's see who survives."
She knew even though they were both 1 card less than hers, she still has a chance to clutch this, she wasn't about to let it go to waste...
The next turn began and Camilla played a card. Stan studied it and immediately recognized what she was doing.
'She's setting up the color... Huh...'
He knew what she was trying to accomplish. He had seen her preserve a particular card earlier. So he made his move. He changed the color.
