Before the struggle could be resolved, a smart
flechette, horsefly-size, 
trailing a whip antenna as thick as a hair and as long as a finger, hissed in 
through a broken window and thunked into the back of the Fist's neck. It did 
not strike very hard but must have shot some poison into his
brain. He sat down quickly on the floor, closed his eyes, and died in that 
position.