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I thrust my thumbs in its ears and tore its head back from my leg. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #44)

I brought it to the edge of the canal and one of my men, lying on his stomach, extending his hand downward, caught him under the arm. Then I saw Clitus' net flash over my head and heard the confused protesting squeal of another urt, and then Clitus, again and again, was thrusting into the dark waters with his trident. I felt my leg then caught in the jaws of an urt, like triple bands of steel, set with needles, and was dragged beneath the surface. I thrust my thumbs in its ears and tore its head back from my leg. The mouth kept reaching for me, head turned to the side, trying for the throat. I let it free and as it snapped at me I thrust its jaws up and slipped behind it, my left arm locked about its broad, furred throat. I got the knife from between my teeth and, with it, sometimes half out of the water, sometimes beneath it, thrashing and twisting, thrust the blade a dozen times into its hide. - (Raiders of Gor)