Book 18. (1 results) Blood Brothers of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 24 | 34 | The View more quotes about blow">blow was such that I feared, for a moment, his head struck to the side, that his neck might be broken. |
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Book 18. (7 results) Blood Brothers of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 24 | 31 | I heard the two shafts crack together, Cuwignaka fending the driving point away, and then, to my dismay, I heard a swift, striking sound, and saw Cuwignaka struck from the side of the kaiila, and reeling and staggering backwards, then sprawling, his legs loose under him, to the dust, struck by the passing shield, the weight of the kaiila and rider behind it, his own lance spun from his grip. |
| 24 | 32 | With a trained kaiila, the animal aligning itself in such a way as to optimize the play of the rider's lance, there is little defense against this sort of thing. |
| 24 | 33 | Being close enough to sturdily fend the blow brings one, if one is afoot, and shieldless, normally, close enough to risk the strike of the shield. |
| 24 | 34 | The blow was such that I feared, for a moment, his head struck to the side, that his neck might be broken. |
| 24 | 35 | The rider spun the kaiila about, to his right, keeping his shield between himself and my arrow. |
| 24 | 36 | Cuwignaka was on one knee, half risen, shaking his head. |
| 24 | 37 | His weapon was a dozen feet away. |
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I heard the two shafts crack together, Cuwignaka fending the driving point away, and then, to my dismay, I heard a swift, striking sound, and saw Cuwignaka struck from the side of the kaiila, and reeling and staggering backwards, then sprawling, his legs loose under him, to the dust, struck by the passing shield, the weight of the kaiila and rider behind it, his own lance spun from his grip.
With a trained kaiila, the animal aligning itself in such a way as to optimize the play of the rider's lance, there is little defense against this sort of thing.
Being close enough to sturdily fend the blow brings one, if one is afoot, and shieldless, normally, close enough to risk the strike of the shield.
The blow was such that I feared, for a moment, his head struck to the side, that his neck might be broken.
The rider spun the kaiila about, to his right, keeping his shield between himself and my arrow.
Cuwignaka was on one knee, half risen, shaking his head.
His weapon was a dozen feet away.
- (Blood Brothers of Gor)