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The bar he wielded was a fearsome weapon and with it he could strike me from the walkway, hurling me perhaps two hundred feet to the opposite wall, before I could get within yards of him. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 31, Sentence #172)

The weapon left my sheath. Sarm reached to the steel bar that formed the railing to his left on the walkway and with the incredible strength of Priest-Kings with one motion twisted and tore free a length of perhaps eighteen feet. He swung this lightly, as easily as I might have lifted and moved a stick of wood. The bar he wielded was a fearsome weapon and with it he could strike me from the walkway, hurling me perhaps two hundred feet to the opposite wall, before I could get within yards of him. I stepped back and Sarm advanced a delicate pace. "Primitive," said Sarm, regarding the club of steel which he held, and then he looked down at me, his antennae curling, "but fitting". I knew I could not retreat back down the walkway for Sarm was much faster than I and would be upon me perhaps even before I could turn. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)