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Like panic-stricken urts thirty-five or forty men thrust through the hole, sometimes jamming themselves momentarily within it, some tearing the flesh from their bodies and the sides of their faces on the splintered wood. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 14, Sentence #183)

In rage it had cried, "A thousand of you can die beneath the claws of a single Kur!" There were perhaps now no more than a hundred or a hundred and fifty men left alive in the hall. "Follow me!" cried Svein Blue Tooth. His ax, and those of his men, had shattered through the rear of the hall. Like panic-stricken urts thirty-five or forty men thrust through the hole, sometimes jamming themselves momentarily within it, some tearing the flesh from their bodies and the sides of their faces on the splintered wood. "Hurry! Hurry!" cried the Blue Tooth. His garments were half torn from him but, still, about his neck, on its chain, was the tooth of the Hunjer whale, dyed blue, by which men in Torvaldsland knew him. Svein thrust two more of his men through the aperture. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 14)