
Garric grabbed the thick mane at the top of the catman's head left-handed and pulled back. Instead of banging his face onto the dirt-perhaps painful, but pain didn't matter to either party in this fight-Garric punched his opponent's thick neck with his right fist.
Klagan's four limbs shot out convulsively. Garric struck again and heard the catman's spine crack. Klagan's head came back in his hand, the black tongue lolling from the corner of the jaws. Garric tried to stand but slipped to his knees again; if he'd gotten up, he'd almost certainly have toppled full length. He was blind and dizzy with fatigue, and he was so weak that his legs couldn't hold him. People ran to where he knelt, his guards and officers and Liane, the woman he loved. Liane wiped blood and sweat from his forehead with a damp cloth and said, "Darling, darling, are you all right?" Garric opened his eyes. His stomach had settled; he'd thought for a moment that he was going to vomit with reaction to the fight. "Get back," he muttered.
Then, loudly and fiercely, "Give me room! By the Shepherd, give me room!" They moved enough for him to stand. He wobbled, but only slightly; he'd caught himself even before Liane touched his arm in support. "Elders of the Coerli!" Garric shouted in the catmen's language. "Come out and hear the laws you and your people will keep from now till the last breath you take! Come out before my army kills all Coerli as I killed this warrior!" He spurned Klagan with his heel.
