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My lance took a rider from his mount, tearing him back out of the girth rope, and then he was spinning, wildly flailing, screaming and turning, growing smaller, journeying with terrible, accelerative force, seemingly eccentrically, to the turf below, it seeming to rock and shift with my movements, like liquid in a bowl. - (Blood Brothers of Gor, Chapter 47, Sentence #132)

Suddenly bodies and tarns seemed to be exploding about me as we entered, penetrating, the startled formations of the Kinyanpi. No resistance in the air had they expected, nor none this soon. I saw eyes, wild, about me. My lance took a rider from his mount, tearing him back out of the girth rope, and then he was spinning, wildly flailing, screaming and turning, growing smaller, journeying with terrible, accelerative force, seemingly eccentrically, to the turf below, it seeming to rock and shift with my movements, like liquid in a bowl. Ubar of the Skies reared back, talons raking, screaming. I saw tangles of intestines torn from the body of a tarn. I turned the stroke of a lance with my small shield. - (Blood Brothers of Gor)