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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. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #65)

"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. Kamchak then rode, and he, like Conrad of the Kassars, deftly took the fruit from the wand; indeed, his lance entering the fruit perhaps a fraction of an inch less than had Conrad's. It was, however, also a three-point thrust. - (Nomads of Gor)