[The Shadow crashes to the ground in a skid and tumble of flying embers, ash, burning plant matter. It's laughing, low and rasping, sounding exactly like someone would with their throat full of smoke and their mouth full of dust.]
[It doesn't seem the least bit afraid of what might happen to it. It knows what is required to its end.]
"That's right." [The words are mangled by smoke and by laughter. The sounds it's making shouldn't be possible.] "Come and get me, pal. Don't worry about the fire!"
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[It doesn't seem the least bit afraid of what might happen to it. It knows what is required to its end.]
"That's right." [The words are mangled by smoke and by laughter. The sounds it's making shouldn't be possible.] "Come and get me, pal. Don't worry about the fire!"