Quick as a cobra, Sister Wilemina threw her sword. Not at the man, but straight down between his feet. The blade hit dirt and vibrated, and Badger’s eyes flew wide. The oldest trick in the book. As the pirate was distracted, the archer coiled an arm like an oak branch. Her knotty fist slammed Badger’s broad brisket and nearly dented his spine.
—Clayton Emery, Jedit (2001)