I became aware of a fierce, stabbing pain in my shoulder where Hengist's
lance had struck. I'd felt the blow of a blunted tournament lance many
times before -- a dull, bruising ache. But this was different. I put my
hand to my shoulder and was shocked to feel the end of a shattered lance
shaft.
A red mist descended. I was gripped by a murderous rage. I jumped to my
feet, and as I drew my sword, the crowd gave a thunderous roar.