black faces behind him. I saw him pistol a man with a pike, pass his sword through a fellow who had beaten down the bosun and come to a redcoat, an officer. After a couple of quick passes he caught this man’s sword on his pistol and lunged straight into him. But his sword struck on the breast-bone or a metal plate, and doubled and broke with the thrust: and with the six inches left he stabbed him faster than you could see – inconceivable force and rapidity. You would never believe the happiness on his face. The light on his face!’
Reminds me of the warp spasm
