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She lay down on the cement platform, covering her head with her hands, trembling. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #500)

Did it truly think the struggle was for the weapon? Did it not understand that the struggle was for who should live and who should die? Suddenly Grendel released the weapon and thrust out his massive clawed paw and the fingers of his right paw thrust through the left eye of the Kur and the rest of the grip, the thumb, was on its jaws, back, behind the fangs, and then Grendel turned his paw, thus lifting and exposing the Kur's throat, and then brought it forward, to his own jaws, and tore it away, and then stood crouched over the shuddering, dying body, blood smeared on his chest and about his jaws. The blonde screamed in horror. Grendel turned to regard her, his long dark tongue moving about, licking the blood about his fangs. She lay down on the cement platform, covering her head with her hands, trembling. Grendel then went to one of the fallen weapons, picked it up, returned to his kill, and there lifted the weapon, saluting his foe. "He has accepted him as a worthy enemy," said Peisistratus. There was much silence in the stands, and then several of the Kurii smote their thighs, acknowledging this gesture of respect to one of their species, albeit from one hitherto deemed not Kur, but no more than a malformed thing, a misbred brute, an abomination, a monster. - (Kur of Gor)