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I forced myself to the side, freeing myself of sprawled, bloody weight, that of he who had been the first man, his head half broken, half torn away, encumbering me. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #172)

I remembered seeing it. I had heard just one sound, a small, swift sound, bright and quick, when Bruno of Torcadino, fiercely turned, leaning on the crutch, parried the assailant's blade, following which he thrust. Bruno of Torcadino looked down, to his side, where his assailant lay on the walkway, clutching his throat, blood streaming, in gouts, a cup at a time, between his hands. I forced myself to the side, freeing myself of sprawled, bloody weight, that of he who had been the first man, his head half broken, half torn away, encumbering me. Then the body at the feet of Bruno of Torcadino ceased to move, and the blood subsided. Bruno of Torcadino wiped his blade on the tunic of the fallen man and rehung it on its strap under his left arm. I was sick. - (Quarry of Gor)