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It then flung the creature down at its feet, threw back its head, its fangs and tongue bright with fresh blood, and howled its defiance to the hot noonday sun, to the towers of Brundisium, and the crowd. - (Players of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #193)

Kurii, it now seemed clear to me, no more than Priest-Kings, held any special privileges of influence or power in Brundisium. The attacked creature seized the sleen clinging to its leg and, from behind, with one paw, broke its neck. It then tore the other sleen from its arm and thrust its jaws open and thrust its great clawed paw deep into the creature's throat, down through its throat, forcing its way into its body, clawing and grasping and tore forth, up through the creature's own mouth, part of its lungs. It then flung the creature down at its feet, threw back its head, its fangs and tongue bright with fresh blood, and howled its defiance to the hot noonday sun, to the towers of Brundisium, and the crowd. "Three times!" cried the creature clinging to the bars, beside me, "three times! It lives again!" This was the third time, apparently, the creature had survived the pit. "Bet! Bet! Pay me! Pay me!" cried the creature near me, clinging to the bars. I saw soldiers now, warily, with leveled crossbows, and with spears, approaching the creature. - (Players of Gor)