The helmet which I had slung over my shoulder was gone.
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I retained my sword.
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I grasped the Gorean spear.
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I stood at bay on the grass, breathing hard, bloody.
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The Tuchuk laughed, throwing his head back.
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I readied the spear for its cast.
I shook myself.
The helmet which I had slung over my shoulder was gone.
I retained my sword.
I grasped the Gorean spear.
I stood at bay on the grass, breathing hard, bloody.
The Tuchuk laughed, throwing his head back.
I readied the spear for its cast.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )