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The stranger's blade, now, loosed from its sheath, under the opponent's helmet, lay at his throat. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #446)

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. The stranger's spear had penetrated the shield of he who was one of my captors, and the stranger, bracing the shaft between his arm and body, had lifted his opponent's shield and turned, throwing it and his opponent, who had not the time to slip from the shield straps, to the ground at his feet. The stranger's blade, now, loosed from its sheath, under the opponent's helmet, lay at his throat. But the stranger did not strike. He severed the shield straps of the opponent's shield, freeing his arm from them. He stepped back. - (Slave Girl of Gor)