instinctively uttered by Kurii when they are preparing to take blood. Marauders of Gor, page 203


Emerging then from the ranks of the enemy came a gigantic Kur, some nine feet in height, some nine hundred pounds in weight. It
carried a huge shield and lance, the accoutrements of a man. Behind it, on each side, similarly armed, came others. Blood brothers of
Gor, page 265


Each carried a wide, round shield, of iron, some four feet in diameter. Each, too, carried a great, double-bladed iron ax, which, from
blade tip to blade tip, was some two feet in width. The handle of the ax was of carved, green needle wood, round, some four inches
in diameter. The axes were some seven or eight feet in height. Marauders of Gor, page 171


Beside the ship I found the remains of a shelter of stones and tarpaulins. Scattered about were men. I did not think they were alive.
I froze, as I saw, through the wind and sand, another Kur. It was armed. In its right paw it held a small device. It was hunched
over, it peered through the storm.
I was startled that there would be a Kur at the ship. I think, too, the Kur with whom I had trekked had not anticipated this
development. Kurii, no more than men, willfully commit themselves to destruction. Yet there was a Kur here, guarding the ship. I
knew it would be a determined, desperate beast. It was willing to die, apparently, that the success of the plan of its superiors be
fulfilled. I supposed many Kurii had competed for this honor. This Kur, of all, in the cruel selections of the steel ships, had survived.
Kurii do not believe in immortality. They do believe, however, in glory. This Kur, of all, in the cruel selections of the steel ships, had
survived. He would be the most dangerous of all. He turned toward me.
I saw the paw lift and I threw myself to the side. A large, square rock, near me, one of those which had held the tarpaulin, leaped
upward, split in two, burnt black, and the slightest instant, almost simultaneous, afterward I heard the atmospheric concussion of
the weapon.
I think the Kur was startled to see me. It did not expect to find a human at the ship. Perhaps it was this which, in his startled reflex,
spoiled his aim. Then the sand closed between us. I crawled from the area of the shelter. I saw him, twice, through gaps in the
sand. But he did not see me. The next time I saw him, he turned toward me, hunched down. I backed away. He approached,
through the sand. He did not fire. He held the weapon outward from him, toward me. He tried to hold his balance. I conjectured that
his weapon held a limited number of charges. It did not fire like a ray, but rather on the analogy of a cartridge weapon. Suddenly I
felt the steel of the ship at my back. The beast emerged from the sand. I saw its lips draw back; it steadied the weapon in the
whipping wind with both paws; I thrust at the circular switch on the ring about my neck. Suddenly I saw the Kur as though in red
light, and the sand, too, darkly red to black. To my amazement, it seemed startled; it hesitated; I leapt to the side. A blast from the
hand-held weapon struck the steel of the ship. In its side there was a blackened hole, as though drilled; metal ran in droplets down
the side of the ship. Tribesmen of Gor, page 287
In the doorway, silhouetted against flames behind
them we saw great, black, shaggy figures. Then one
leapt within the hall. In one hand it carried a gigantic
ax, whose handle was perhaps eight feet long, whose
blade, from tip to tip, might have been better than
two feet in length; on its other arm it carried a great,
round, iron shield, double strapped; it lifted it, and the
ax; its arms were incredibly long, perhaps some seven
feet in length; about its left arm was a spiral band of
gold; it was the Kur which had addressed the
assembly. It threw back its head and opened its jaws,
eyes blazing, and uttered the blood roar of the
aroused Kur; then it bent over, regarding us,
shoulders hunched, its claws leaping from its soft,
furred sheaths; it then laid its ears back flat against
the sides of its great head. No one could move. Then,
other Kurii behind it, crowding about it, past it, it
shrieked, lips drawn back, with a hideous sound,
which, somehow, from its lips and mien, and mostly
from its eyes, I took to be a sign of pleasure, of
anticipation; I would learn later that this sound is
This research is done on the series of books written by John Norman, the comments in italics are mine and my point of view.
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