Before he had touched the ground I was off it.

His spear had fallen from his hand.

I stooped, seized it, and as he rose I stabbed him through the back.

It was all done in the shake of a leaf, my father; in the shake of a leaf he also was dead.

Then I ran, for I had no stomach for the other two; my valour was gone.
About a hundred paces from me Baleka was staggering along with her arms out like one who has drunk too much beer.