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Misk's jaws no longer closed but he stood as if undecided. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #172)

Their jaws locked together, the great heads twisting. Then, with a force that might have been that of clashing, golden glaciers, Misk's jaws tightened and turned and suddenly Sarm was thrown to his back beneath him and in the instant Sarm struck the floor Misk's jaws had slipped their grip to the thick tube about which hung the string of Tola's silverish tools, that tube that separated the head from the thorax of Sarm, what on a human would have been the throat, and Misk's jaws began to close. In that instant I saw the bladelike projections disappear from the tips of Sarm's forelegs and he folded his forelegs against his body and ceased resistance, even lifting his head in order to further expose the crucial tube that linked thorax with head. Misk's jaws no longer closed but he stood as if undecided. Sarm was his to kill. Though the translator which still hung about Sarm's neck with the string of silverish tools was not turned on I would not have needed it to interpret the desperate odor-signal emitted by the First Born. It was, indeed, though shorter and more intense, the first odor-signal that had ever been addressed to me, only then it had come from Misk's translator in the chamber of Vika. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)