strongarm

Strongarm cared as much for his spear as you do for your dog.

After that Strongarm broke the rope, tossed the pannier of dust from his shoulder, and lay down to sleep in the sun.

"We near the spot, Strongarm," Gontze murmured presently, pointing to a cross hacked in the wood of a date-palm.

But Strongarm lived in the age of combat when people fought animals at close range.