But the slaveringly foul jaws did not so much as touch the hem of the Mistress's dress.
Between her and the sow flashed a swirl of mahogany-and-snow.

Lad, charging at full speed, crashed into the forward-lurching six-hundredweight of solid flesh and inch-thick hide.
The impact bowled him clean over, knocking the breath out of him.

Not from choice had he made such a blundering and un-collielike attack.

In other days, he could have flashed in and out again, with the speed of light; leaving his antagonist with a slashed face or even a broken leg, as souvenir of his assault.

But those days were past.