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Now there was but one tarn head on the poles when I came again to the right center rings. Already the Tuchuk bola was whirling, a blur of leather and lead. Again the tarn cut through and two of the tarnsmen were screaming, trying to shield themselves from the weighted straps, flying about them; the weights in the Tuchuk bola can crush a skull, the leather can strangle. A tarnsman pressed in with sword upon us and I met the sword with tarn goad, with a bright yellow flash; his tarn veered away and I hurled the tarn goad savagely at another bird dropping toward me, talons opened; the goad struck him with a blinding flash and he, too, veered away; I then drew my sword, parried twice and thrust home with a fifth man; the sixth man, the leader of the tarnsmen, drew his bird away from our path, cursing. The last tarn head loomed on the pole. "Ubar of the Skies," cried I, "fly! Fly now as you have never flown before!" We flashed through the end rings and, on the straight-away, saw, ahead, the Yellow and the Red approaching the left side rings. Like an arrow, a black torrent, Ubar of the Skies flashed toward the side rings. - (Assassin of Gor)