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The beast turned to look at us, hurrying toward him, shouting, weapons brandished. - (Beasts of Gor, Chapter 23, Sentence #96)

It then crouched down, fangs bared, to again attack. I was running down the hillock, slipping and sliding in the snow, my lance in my hand. The other men, behind me, lifting their weapons and shouting, hurried after me. The beast turned to look at us, hurrying toward him, shouting, weapons brandished. I had the feeling, and it startled me, as I ran towards it, that it was considering our distance from it, and the time it would take us to traverse that distance. I sensed then it was not a simple beast, the degenerate and irrational descendant of survivors of a Kur ship perhaps crashed generations ago, descendants to whom the discipline and loyalty of the ship codes were meaningless, descendants who had for most practical purposes, save their cunning, reverted to a simplistic animal savagery. The Kur who is only a beast is less dangerous in most situations than the Kur who is more than a beast. - (Beasts of Gor)