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| 47 | 135 | I View more quotes about turned">turned the stroke of a lance with my small shield. |
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| 47 | 132 | 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. |
| 47 | 133 | Ubar of the Skies reared back, talons raking, screaming. |
| 47 | 134 | I saw tangles of intestines torn from the body of a tarn. |
| 47 | 135 | I turned the stroke of a lance with my small shield. |
| 47 | 136 | I heard a man scream, his arm gone. |
| 47 | 137 | The disemboweled tarn fell away from us, fluttering, spinning downward. |
| 47 | 138 | With a shake of its mighty head my tarn flung the shield from its beak, a hundred feet away, the arm still inserted in the shield straps. |