Such a display of sheer primal energy! Crashings and bashings, simple barbarian strength pitted against only a fractionally more skilled civilized strength. In the end Rees managed to land so many elbow blows that Radak staggered back, his face a mask of blood, and Rees was on him, bearing him down, smothering him. For a few murs they twitched like a single dying beast, convulsively, each spasm following at greater and greater length, and then Rees patted Radak on the head and stood up, smiling and stretching, and it was all over.
Casmas the Deldy came off reasonably well, although he forked out my golden winnings when I held out my hand.
“You would bet on the Trylon Rees if he was sent against a chavonth,” Casmas grumbled. Rees was listening.
“Aye,” I said in my best toadying manner. “
