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| 26 | 57 | His gut View more quotes about struck">struck my hand and the lance, in his scream and the twisting of the kaiila, was lost. |
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| 26 | 54 | Bearing down on him, lance leveled, was a painted Yellow Knife. |
| 26 | 55 | I brought my kaiila about and, desperately, thrust the lance into the charging Yellow Knife, to my right. |
| 26 | 56 | It went half through him, his force driving his body along the wood. |
| 26 | 57 | His gut struck my hand and the lance, in his scream and the twisting of the kaiila, was lost. |
| 26 | 58 | Behind him, as I had feared, came his flankers, those working with him, to protect him in his charge, those who would give him time to free his lance. |
| 26 | 59 | The short sword of Port Kar leapt forth from my sheath. |
| 26 | 60 | I met the lance of the man on my left with the shield, turning its stroke. |