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There was suddenly a rush from my left, and something emerged from the darkness, from the trees, and I knelt down, on my right knee, heard the scrape of a blade on the metal, and, almost simultaneously, rose up, swinging the edged buckler up, violently, to the left, and it met resistance, and there was an ugly gurgling cry, and something stumbled back, and fell, away from the buckler. - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 28, Sentence #414)

Spring is a good time for selling slaves. If then some thought to have a hold over me in virtue of a slut named Talena, doubtless even now somewhere in a collar and a slave's rag, if that, they were muchly, and profoundly, mistaken! I wondered where she might be. In any event, it was no concern of mine. There was suddenly a rush from my left, and something emerged from the darkness, from the trees, and I knelt down, on my right knee, heard the scrape of a blade on the metal, and, almost simultaneously, rose up, swinging the edged buckler up, violently, to the left, and it met resistance, and there was an ugly gurgling cry, and something stumbled back, and fell, away from the buckler. I crouched down, alert. At the same time, from within the trees, I heard a screaming, and a shaking and a tearing, as though an arm might be being torn from its shoulder. Within moments lanterns were rushing toward me, and men, and guards. - (Swordsmen of Gor)