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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: his prowess, and of what he was about to do to this puny Tarmangani.
Then he charged.
With clutching fingers and wide opened jaws he came down
upon the waiting Korak with the speed of an express train.
Korak did not move until the great arms swung to embrace him,
then he dropped low beneath them, swung a terrific right to the
side of the beast's jaw as he side-stepped his rushing body, and
swinging quickly about stood ready over the fallen ape where
he sprawled upon the ground.
It was a surprised anthropoid that attempted to scramble to
its feet. Froth flecked its hideous lips. Red were the little eyes.
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