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I got the knife from between my teeth and, with it, sometimes half out of the water, sometimes beneath it, thrashing and twisting, thrust the blade a dozen times into its hide. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #47)

I thrust my thumbs in its ears and tore its head back from my leg. The mouth kept reaching for me, head turned to the side, trying for the throat. I let it free and as it snapped at me I thrust its jaws up and slipped behind it, my left arm locked about its broad, furred throat. I got the knife from between my teeth and, with it, sometimes half out of the water, sometimes beneath it, thrashing and twisting, thrust the blade a dozen times into its hide. "It's dead!" cried Clitus. I released it, kicking it back away from me. It disappeared beneath the water, dragged under by other urts. - (Raiders of Gor)