"I don't know whether I stabbed him or if he fell onto the blade. It was my first kill. I was so scared I couldn't cry and couldn't move. I just gripped the bloody sword tightly."
—Casca in Berserk
Now splaying her legs, she drove her huge bulk down on him again. Too soon. For Sam still stood upon his feet, and, dropping his own sword, with both hands he held the elven-blade point upwards, fending off that ghastly roof; and so Shelob, with the driving force of her own cruel will, with strength greater than any warrior's hand, thrust herself upon a bitter spike.
—The Two Towers, "The Choices of Master Samwise"
