Book 2. (1 results) Outlaw of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 25 | 7 | Hardly had my shield been penetrated when my sword had leaped from its sheath and slashed through the shoulder straps of the shield, cutting it from my arm. |
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Book 2. (7 results) Outlaw of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 25 | 4 | Both of us cast well and the jolt of the massive missile thundering on my shield spun me half about. |
| 25 | 5 | The bronze head of the spear had cut through the brass loops on the shield and pierced the seven hardened concentric layers of bosk hide which formed it. |
| 25 | 6 | The shield, so encumbered, was useless. |
| 25 | 7 | Hardly had my shield been penetrated when my sword had leaped from its sheath and slashed through the shoulder straps of the shield, cutting it from my arm. |
| 25 | 8 | Only an instant after myself Thorn's shield too was flung to the stones of the chamber floor. |
| 25 | 9 | My spear had been driven a yard through it and the head had passed over his left shoulder as he crouched behind it. |
| 25 | 10 | His sword too was free of its sheath and we rushed on one another like larls in the Voltai, our weapons meeting with a sharp, free clash of sound, the trembling brilliant ring of well-tempered blades, each tone ringing in the clear, glittering music of swordplay. |
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Both of us cast well and the jolt of the massive missile thundering on my shield spun me half about.
The bronze head of the spear had cut through the brass loops on the shield and pierced the seven hardened concentric layers of bosk hide which formed it.
The shield, so encumbered, was useless.
Hardly had my shield been penetrated when my sword had leaped from its sheath and slashed through the shoulder straps of the shield, cutting it from my arm.
Only an instant after myself Thorn's shield too was flung to the stones of the chamber floor.
My spear had been driven a yard through it and the head had passed over his left shoulder as he crouched behind it.
His sword too was free of its sheath and we rushed on one another like larls in the Voltai, our weapons meeting with a sharp, free clash of sound, the trembling brilliant ring of well-tempered blades, each tone ringing in the clear, glittering music of swordplay.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 25)