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The herd then, many of its members stung and burned, several now no more than smoking meat, confused and tormented, finally alarmed, wildly bleating, piteously squealing, began to hurry away. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 63, Sentence #155)

Cabot, naturally, shifted his location, as he could. His rifle now was of little more use than would have been a metal club. There was a bleating from the herd as Kurii now began to burn their way through the massive, obstructive flesh, almost as one might have set fire to a palisade, in order to clear a line of fire to its garrison. The herd then, many of its members stung and burned, several now no more than smoking meat, confused and tormented, finally alarmed, wildly bleating, piteously squealing, began to hurry away. Some of the Kurii were buffeted one way or another, but then the herd was muchly scattered, and Lord Grendel would not move from his place, which was near small, torn flesh, and Cabot walked to join him, presumably that they might die together. The remains of Agamemnon's Kurii then raised their rifles, but were almost immediately cut down in a withering torrent of flame. "Are you all right?" called Statius. - (Kur of Gor)