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The weight of the axes, too, and the great hafts, must militate against speed. Too, those behind had been climbing the arch of the bridge, a climb that would, I supposed, take its toll of wind and muscle. It is likely that humans, or their predecessors, after the loss of the forests, were pack hunters, who might pursue and harry a prey for pasangs, until it collapsed, exhausted, and the pack would close in for the kill. Much was doubtless learned from the wolf, with which species, and its scions, humans would form their bond of thousands of years. The great chain, in its air-lacerating hiss, like a hurtling flail, an almost invisible scythe, each link an ax, struck two Kurii from the bridge, plunging, twisting, through the air, howling, to the street far below, and the four others fell back upon themselves, jumbled, half-fallen, impeding one another, and the chain lashed down on them, again and again, like fierce, black lightning and limbs were broken, and a head crushed. I was barely aware of Kurik, on hands and knees, crawling toward the weapons he and Lord Grendel had left on the bridge before advancing to the rendezvous. It was over these that the Kurii had taken their stand. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter )