He took one step forward to meet him, then, swinging the Watcher backward, he let him fall at the full length of arms and club.

The child of Jikiza lifted his shield to catch the blow, but the shield was to the Watcher what a leaf is to the wind.

Full on its hide the huge club fell, making a loud sound; the war-shield doubled up like a raw skin, and he who bore it fell crushed to the earth.
Now for a moment, the four who were left of the sons of Jikiza hovered round the pair, feinting at them from afar, but never coming within reach of axe or club.

One threw a spear indeed, and though Umslopogaas leaped aside, and as it sped towards him smote the haft in two with the blade of Groan-Maker, yet its head flew on, wounding Galazi in the flank.

Then he who had thrown the spear turned to fly, for his hands were empty, and the others followed swiftly, for the heart was out of them, and they dared to do battle with these two no more.
Thus the fight was ended, and from its beginning till the finish was not longer than the time in which men might count a hundred slowly.
"It seems that none are left for us to kill, Galazi," said Umslopogaas, laughing aloud.