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The machine then took up the huge body of the Kur in its jaws, held it dangling for a moment, while looking about itself, and then it shook it as though it might have been no more than a handful of rags, shook it viciously, and then flung it away, until it struck against trees, and fell to their feet, better than a hundred paces far. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #124)

Cabot nodded. "Pyrrhus, enemy of the world," said the machine. "I would know little of that," said Cabot. The machine then took up the huge body of the Kur in its jaws, held it dangling for a moment, while looking about itself, and then it shook it as though it might have been no more than a handful of rags, shook it viciously, and then flung it away, until it struck against trees, and fell to their feet, better than a hundred paces far. The machine then turned to the Kurii about, and sat back on its metal haunches, catlike, blood on the steel of its jaws, its head up. "Hail Agamemnon, Eleventh Face of the Nameless One, Theocrat of the World," came from a translator, and the Kurii knelt, each on a single knee. Cabot did not kneel. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 19)