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For more than a minute, while I scarcely dared to breathe and there was silence all about save for the ring of steel, I watched Kamchak stand there, heavy in his boots, his head seeming almost to sit on his shoulders, his body hardly moving save for the swiftness of a wrist and the turn of a hand. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #566)

It was only about this time that it dawned on me that for three or four minutes Kamchak had been the object of the ever-more-furious assault of Turia's champion and was, to this instant, unscratched. Kamchak then struggled wearily to his feet. "Die, Tuchuk!" cried Kamras, now enraged, rushing upon him. For more than a minute, while I scarcely dared to breathe and there was silence all about save for the ring of steel, I watched Kamchak stand there, heavy in his boots, his head seeming almost to sit on his shoulders, his body hardly moving save for the swiftness of a wrist and the turn of a hand. Kamras, exhausted, scarcely able to lift his arm, staggered backward. Once again, expertly, the sun flashed from the sword of Kamchak in his eyes. In terror Kamras blinked and shook his head, thrashing about wearily with his sword. - (Nomads of Gor)