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Cabot could hear the sounds of fighting, of grappling, the hiss of weaponry, the striking of blades, axes, doubtless, into shoulders and flesh. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 56, Sentence #185)

"They turn about! They are confused," said Lord Grendel. "They do not know if they are friend or foe! They understand nothing! Perhaps they are reinforcements, additions to their numbers!" Suddenly there were cries of rage, and the crackling, and streaming of weapons. Lancets of fire cut through the darkness. Cabot could hear the sounds of fighting, of grappling, the hiss of weaponry, the striking of blades, axes, doubtless, into shoulders and flesh. "Rise from the trenches, attack, attack, Kur brothers!" called Lord Grendel, and his cries were echoed, from trench to trench, and coursed down the lengths of trenches, and Cabot, and the humans, confused, bewildered, were aware of mighty bodies, howling with cries of war, scrambling out of the trenches. It was perhaps a quarter of an Ahn later that it began to grow light, again, gradually, and the routine of the world, adjusted to its timers, certain obstructive circuitries destroyed, returned to its normality. Cabot, and other humans, wonderingly, slowly emerged from the trenches, to thread their way through soft, furrowed earth, soaked with blood, through seared grass and lost weapons, amongst fallen, scattered bodies, contorted and awry, some blackened by fire, others dismembered. - (Kur of Gor)