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A human, one of that small, slow, fragile, weak, wretched, inferior, almost peltless stock, a small, vulnerable, despicable animal, a thing lacking claws, a soft thing, small jawed, with little in the way of fangs, had slain a High One, a Kur. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 61, Sentence #276)

And the Kurii looked to one another. It had been done. It had taken place. A human, one of that small, slow, fragile, weak, wretched, inferior, almost peltless stock, a small, vulnerable, despicable animal, a thing lacking claws, a soft thing, small jawed, with little in the way of fangs, had slain a High One, a Kur. One does not expect such things. What verr would dare to slay a larl, what tarsk a sleen? Could such a thing be understood? Had not nature itself been outraged? "Peace, peace!" called Decius Albus, in his robes, soaked with the blood of Aelius. "Kill all humans!" screamed a Kur, and seized a man, tearing off an arm, and biting through the throat, blood running between the fangs, and running like water down its chest. - (Plunder of Gor)