He pried the sword from her clamped hand.
After he had gone Pierre continued pacing up and down the room for a long time, no longer piercing an imaginary foe with his imaginary sword, but smiling at the remembrance of that pleasant, intelligent, and resolute young man.
The sword implanted next to the downed man's ear, and her small gasp drew the attention of the observers.
Then he jointed together the blades of his sword and balanced it very skillfully upon the end of his nose.
Backing the car up, she watched the man with the sword drop to his knees and slowly stand.
She lowered her sword long before the sky lightened.
Damian whirled, whipping out the sword at his back.
He claimed he was giving her a choice the night before of whether she wanted to be with a sword-wielding maniac.
Timokhin, armed only with a sword, had rushed at the enemy with such a desperate cry and such mad, drunken determination that, taken by surprise, the French had thrown down their muskets and run.
Dusty stripped off the clunky modern weaponry, keeping his sword and knives.
His shoulder didn't move as it should, and he switched the sword to his other hand, trusting his instincts to keep his head on his shoulders.
The man with the sword was beating it against the hood,, as if trying to chop himself free.
Her father would hunt them both down, and if he didn't, the sword-wielding maniac would.
This time, there was no mistaking the weapons lining his trench coat or the sword along one thigh.
His trench and shirt were shredded and his favorite sword shattered, along with the majority of his other weapons.
He lowered his sword and straightened from a sparring match with Rhyn, whose pewter eyes glowed unnaturally.
His sword flew over her head and his grip fell away too fast for her to catch her balance.
Gabe cast an irritated look over his shoulder but looked where she indicated. He lowered the sword he was using to hack through the brush and started in that direction. Katie watched as the forest cleared a path for him, the way it had before.
She gave a strangled cry as Dusty twisted out of reach, the sword slicing through the back of his shirt.
Jonny snatched the sword Dusty used against Talon and plunged it through the frozen demigod.
Deidre watched him retrieve his sword and replace it in its sheath.
Gabriel drew a long sword, and Darkyn pulled two free.
He hefted the curved sword and marveled at the grey metal.
It was light, a curved grey sword made of the same material as the beds and spaceships.
She needed a workout; maybe she could learn to use a sword instead of kickboxing, which she'd been doing regularly for years.
He'd been fighting, but tucked the sword behind his body, as if to protect Talal from it.
Ne'Rin returned his sword to a rack containing half a dozen similar swords in plain grey and approached Kiera.
She was about to sneak away when A'Ran's sword lowered, and he turned, alerted by the boy's reaction.
A'Ran retrieved one sword from its stand, flipped it in the air, and caught the blade.
Wondering what he was trying to prove, she took the sword and balanced it.
Instead, he gripped her sword wrist and moved behind her.
"What is it you fear of me?" he demanded, lowering his sword and pacing closer to her.
A'Ran compelled the sword into the ground deep enough for it to remain upright when he released it.
He leaned forward and took her sword, driving it into the ground as well.
Leyon drew his sword and waited, giving her a head start.
She gasped and halted, staring at the sword and the giant holding it.
He pushed her behind him, sword in one hand.
She took a few steps back and flinched at the first silent contact of his sword with another's.
He replaced his sword and strode toward her.
Her sword arm shook, and her legs were rubbery.
She took in his beautiful body as he crossed to place her sword in the sword stand.
They fought with the grey swords, combining the sword dance with hand-to-hand combat moves for a ferocious battle that surprised her.