"The Predator appeared before him, camouflage off. It had to crouch to stand in the room, bending at the knees so that it seemed to lean over Rath. The face painted on its helmet had faded. Smudges and splotches of blood and other fluids covered its armor. It bled green from a number of minor wounds. Bullets had gotten caught in its chest plate. Small pieces of the edges of its armor had come loose. Something about the Predator now made Rath think of the word *fatigue*."pg.316 chpt.96

"At the bottom of the tower, the Predator was stepping over a heap of bodies partially blocking the door when sensors indicated a threat. A figure rose from behind a wall of rubble and discarged a projectile weapon. Instantly, the Predators display identified the weapons as a type that couldn't penetrate its armor. But then, a millisecond later, those same sensors analyzed the incoming bullet, and found that it was made from the same metal as its own armor. The Predator leapt to the side, but the bullet still slammed into its shoulder through the armor and passed out its back."pg.317 chpt.97