Another spear struck the wood, closer than the first.
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It seemed the metal would tear the flesh from my hands, break the bones of my fingers.
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Another spear struck the wood, creasing my leg.
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The tarn thrust its head over me and uttered a piercing, fierce scream, a terrible cry of rage that must have shaken the hearts of all within the confines of the arena.
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The spearmen seemed frozen, and dropped back, as if the great bird could have freely attacked them.
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"Fools!" cried the voice of the man with wrist straps.
Sweat burst out from every pore on my body.
Another spear struck the wood, closer than the first.
It seemed the metal would tear the flesh from my hands, break the bones of my fingers.
Another spear struck the wood, creasing my leg.
The tarn thrust its head over me and uttered a piercing, fierce scream, a terrible cry of rage that must have shaken the hearts of all within the confines of the arena.
The spearmen seemed frozen, and dropped back, as if the great bird could have freely attacked them.
"Fools!" cried the voice of the man with wrist straps.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )