| Detail | - The Fade has suffered mortal wounds, and its head is hanging from a few, thin
sinews. Its left arm is shredded, and he should by all rights be dead. He
refuses to surrender his life, and he stubbornly fights on. But now all the
controlled elegance is lost, the cold, dark skill shattered. It fights with
strength and will alone, blindly slashing at anything alive it can reach.
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