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On the near side of him lay, gleaming on the ground, his elven-blade, where it had fallen useless from his grasp. 
Sam did not wait to wonder what was to be done, or whether he was brave, or loyal, or filled with rage. 
He sprang forward with a yell, and seized his master's sword in his left hand. Then he charged.
No onslaught more fierce was ever seen in the savage world of beasts; where some desperate small creature armed with 
little teeth alone, 
will spring upon a tower of horn and hide that stands above its fallen mate.

Disturbed as if out of some gloating dream by his small yell she turned slowly the dreadful malice of her 
glance upon him. But almost before she was aware that a fury was upon her greater than any she had known in 
countless years, the shining sword bit upon her foot and shore away the claw. Sam sprang in, inside the arches 
of her legs, and with a quick upthrust of his other hand stabbed at the clustered eyes upon her lowered head. 
One great eye went dark.

- Two Towers, The Choices of Master Samwise