...no? Have at you, sir!
He watched Chris jolt down the field, precariously hanging in the saddle. And he watched Sir Guy charging toward him, in perfect control, body leaning forward, lance couched in the crook of his arm.
Well, Marek thought, there was at least a chance that Chris would survive.
Deanna Troi screamed in horror as Dr. Ree sank his fangs into her chest just below her left breast, and Ree felt absolutely terrible about it, because he was only trying to help.
(p. 9, Lost Souls. David Mack.)