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Post by Daubee on Mar 13, 2008 1:02:45 GMT -5
Ibn Saran, scimitar poised, smiling. Then suddenly he cried, "Ho!" and leapt forward, the blade, in rapid, diagonal figure-eight strokes, backhand upswept, shallowly curved, blade turning, forehand descending, shallowly curved, tracing its razor pattern. His right, booted foot stamped forward, his body turned to the left, minimizing target, his head to the right, maximizing vision, his rear foot at right angles to the attack line, maximizing leverage, assuring balance. Tribesmen of Gor, page 120
“. . . with the razor-sharp scimitars of the Tahari.” Tribesmen of Gor, page 123
“Silk, dropped upon the scimitar of the Tahari, divided, falls free, floating, to the floor.” Tribesmen of Gor, page 60
“Gron, bare chested, stood beside him, resting the point of a great, long, curved sword on the tiles at his feet.” Fighting Slave of Gor, page 118
“In a saddle sheath, remaining there was a longer weapon, a two-handed scimitar, the two-handed scimitars, useful for reaching other riders on tharlarion”. Magicians of Gor, page 90
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