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Aelius had climbed toward the box but, before he could enter it, Lucilius, two hands on the great haft, wielded the ax, and the sundered head of Aelius spun far away, a small, dark cloud raining blood, and blood from the decapitated corse, sped by the fierce pressure generated by the frantic pounding of that mighty heart, spurted a dozen feet into the air, reached the height of its arc, paused, and then fell like thick rain, scintillating like a scarlet shower in the bright sun. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 61, Sentence #153)

"Command is surrendered!" roared Surtak. "I command!" "No," came from Lord Grendel's translator, and I saw that this must have picked up, and translated, Kur from the box, for Lucilius was on his feet, an ax brandished, eyes blazing, jaws slavering. "I command!" he cried. Aelius had climbed toward the box but, before he could enter it, Lucilius, two hands on the great haft, wielded the ax, and the sundered head of Aelius spun far away, a small, dark cloud raining blood, and blood from the decapitated corse, sped by the fierce pressure generated by the frantic pounding of that mighty heart, spurted a dozen feet into the air, reached the height of its arc, paused, and then fell like thick rain, scintillating like a scarlet shower in the bright sun. "Let the festivities continue!" cried Decius Albus, desperately. "Noble friends, High Ones, mighty allies, do you not hunger? Is a banquet not spread before you? See the soft flesh, the tender, two-legged verr! We set them before you! The feast is prepared. The table is laden. - (Plunder of Gor)