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He now, supported by the crutch, glowering, terrible in size and mien, faced the third man. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #139)

The second man, he who had held my ankles, had leapt to his feet, and tried to turn about, but he had scarcely come about, when the thick, heavy, bloody crutch, like a battering ram, like lightning become timber, thrust a foot into his chest. As Bruno of Torcadino freed his crutch from the chest of the second man, the third man, in the moment, rose up, scrambled to the side, backed off, and drew a sword. No longer did Bruno of Torcadino seem cringing and weak, helpless and frail. He now, supported by the crutch, glowering, terrible in size and mien, faced the third man. The third man, clutching the sword, seemed uncertain. Clearly he contemplated flight, pondering declining to participate even in a contest so ostensibly to his advantage. "You may buy your life," said Bruno of Torcadino. - (Quarry of Gor)