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There was a thunder of kaiila paws on the worn turf and Conrad, with his red lance, nipped the tospit neatly from the tip of the wand, the lance point barely passing into it, he having drawn back at the last instant. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #63)

I looked at her and smiled. Her face was vital and flushed with excitement. "Tospit!" called Conrad of the Kassars, the Blood People, and the girl hastened to set another fruit on the wand. There was a thunder of kaiila paws on the worn turf and Conrad, with his red lance, nipped the tospit neatly from the tip of the wand, the lance point barely passing into it, he having drawn back at the last instant. "Well done!" I called to him. My own thrust had been a full thrust, accurate enough but rather heavily done; in war, such a thrust might have lost me the lance, leaving it in the body of an enemy. His thrust was clearly, I acknowledged, worth three points. - (Nomads of Gor)