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Wavering, it bent down to pick up the blade, but the bootlike sandal of Bosk held it, pressed, to the grass. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 28, Sentence #147)

He called Bosk of Port Kar, that fearful larl of a man, drew then his blade and went behind the beast, seized the fur of its head, thus holding the head, and then, with two terrible strokes of that small, wicked weapon, cut away the head. Kardok back on its haunches, bleeding, forced the blade of Selius Arconious from his own chest, wedging it away by the hilt with one paw and the flowing stub of the other. It turned then and staggered about. Wavering, it bent down to pick up the blade, but the bootlike sandal of Bosk held it, pressed, to the grass. Kardok, snarling, blood now bursting with air, hissing like foam, spreading about its jaws and fangs, looked about himself, from face to face. The slave covered her face with her hands, seeing herself so regarded. Kardok then turned about, and staggered out, into the grasslands. - (Prize of Gor)