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Suddenly, as though by common accord, each crying out, each uttering a savage cry, they hurled themselves at one another. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #441)

I watched the men warily circling one another. I pulled at my bonds. I was helpless. Suddenly, as though by common accord, each crying out, each uttering a savage cry, they hurled themselves at one another. It was the ritual of the spear casting. The spear of him who was one of my captors seemed to leap upward and away, caroming from the oblique, lifted surface of the stranger's shield. The spear, caroming from the shield, flew more than a hundred feet away, dropping in the grass, where it stood fixed, remote and useless, the butt of its shaft pointing to the sky. - (Slave Girl of Gor)