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|Success summary = The second paragraph varies based on which team is {{IL|Body: Currently in the Lead|Short=yes}}.
 
|Success summary = The second paragraph varies based on which team is {{IL|Body: Currently in the Lead|Short=yes}}.
 
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|Value 1 - The Tigers of the Wakeful Eye = The Armoured Veteran is all swagger [...] Her eyes burn. Her armour gleams. Her claws flex in anticipation of the fights to come. Few can bear to meet her gaze for long. If nobody can overcome their fear, then she will surely win.
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|Value 1 - The Tigers of the Wakeful Eye = The Armoured Veteran is all swagger [...]. Her eyes burn. Her armour gleams. Her claws flex in anticipation of the fights to come. Few can bear to meet her gaze for long. If nobody can overcome their fear, then she will surely win.
|Value 2 - The Eagle Clan = The Striking Protector fends off the crowd's roses [...] with an easy smile. [...] Every so often she will hop up and down, slapping her shoulders and thighs to get the blood pumping. If her ease in her own skin is any indication, she will be tough to beat.
 
 
|Value 4 - The Grand Sanatoria = The Sanatoria's Whispering Duellist sharpens [...] knives, long black blades that shimmer like oil slicks. She pays nobody else any attention: her focus is entirely [...] inwards. Against such focus - and such wicked daggers - there will be no room for mistakes.
 
|Value 4 - The Grand Sanatoria = The Sanatoria's Whispering Duellist sharpens [...] knives, long black blades that shimmer like oil slicks. She pays nobody else any attention: her focus is entirely [...] inwards. Against such focus - and such wicked daggers - there will be no room for mistakes.
|Value 5 - The Soldiers of Skite = The soldiers of Skite look at once fragile and frightening, their open, ever-bleeding wounds signifiers of both their mortality and their utter refusal to fall. [...] All of them have seen – and survived – many wars. They will not go down easily.
 
 
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