One had his sword raised, the other's was down.
He placed the sword in a rack with others and exited into the night.
He pried the sword from her clamped hand.
I spurred my panting steed and waved my sword.
He waved his sword in the air.
His sword lowered as the time grew on.
The sword was still clenched in one 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.
She lowered her sword long before the sky lightened.
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.
Damian whirled, whipping out the sword at his back.
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 claimed he was giving her a choice the night before of whether she wanted to be with a sword-wielding maniac.
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.
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.
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.
Kiera was more than a little surprised when he raised his sword for what would have been a death blow.
Sparring lasted until the sky was clear of night's blue, at which point he took the sword from her.
"What is it you fear of me?" he demanded, lowering his sword and pacing closer to her.
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.
The Wizard got out his sword at once, and Zeb grabbed the horse-whip.
There's going to be trouble, and my sword isn't stout enough to cut up those wooden bodies--so I shall have to get out my revolvers.
The imposing figure of Nesvitski followed by his Cossack, and the determination of Denisov who flourished his sword and shouted frantically, had such an effect that they managed to squeeze through to the farther side of the bridge and stopped the infantry.
He carried close to his leg a narrow unsheathed sword (small, curved, and not like a real weapon) and looked now at the superior officers and now back at the men without losing step, his whole powerful body turning flexibly.
He had an officer's sword in his hand.
"Your excellency, here are two trophies," said Dolokhov, pointing to the French sword and pouch.
He had on a shabby cadet jacket, decorated with a soldier's cross, equally shabby cadet's riding breeches lined with worn leather, and an officer's saber with a sword knot.
I held my sword in my left hand, Count.
Berg was mentioned, by those who did not know him, as having, when wounded in the right hand, taken his sword in the left, and gone forward.
Bagration appeared in the doorway of the anteroom without hat or sword, which, in accord with the club custom, he had given up to the hall porter.
To fresh questions as to the firmness of his resolution Pierre replied: "Yes, yes, I agree," and with a beaming, childlike smile, his fat chest uncovered, stepping unevenly and timidly in one slippered and one booted foot, he advanced, while Willarski held a sword to his bare chest.
Anna Pavlovna waited for him to go on, but as he seemed quite decided to say no more she began to tell of how at Potsdam the impious Bonaparte had stolen the sword of Frederick the Great.
"It is the sword of Frederick the Great which I..." she began, but Hippolyte interrupted her with the words: "Le Roi de Prusse..." and again, as soon as all turned toward him, excused himself and said no more.
Though the performance was proceeding, he walked deliberately down the carpeted gangway, his sword and spurs slightly jingling and his handsome perfumed head held high.
But the Emperor and Balashev passed out into the illuminated garden without noticing Arakcheev who, holding his sword and glancing wrathfully around, followed some twenty paces behind them.
Awkwardly holding up his sword, he addressed Chernyshev and asked in German where the Emperor was.
Pierre looked over the wall of the trench and was particularly struck by a pale young officer who, letting his sword hang down, was walking backwards and kept glancing uneasily around.
The officer, dropping his sword, seized Pierre by his collar.
But his comrade, throwing down the boots and drawing his sword, moved threateningly toward Pierre.
He rushed at the barefooted Frenchman and, before the latter had time to draw his sword, knocked him off his feet and hammered him with his fists.
After speaking to the senior French officer, who came out of the house with a white handkerchief tied to his sword and announced that they surrendered, Dolokhov dismounted and went up to Petya, who lay motionless with outstretched arms.
Jule moved away from the slicing sword and caught the guardsman's wrist.
He twisted it and unleashed a kick that knocked his opponent off his feet and sent the sword flying.
Jule's instincts took over, and he allowed them to guide his sword and punches.
His sword defended him as if possessed, yet when he went to strike, he found his blows ill timed and clumsy.
The swordsman lifted a sword off the ground and raised it, charging her.
Gabriel rested a hand on the hilt of his sword, waiting for it.
"I'm going to guess you kill people for a living," she said, eyes on what was definitely a line of small throwing knives and was that a sword lining the thigh on the far side?
Gabriel pushed her aside, into the kitchen, swinging out the sword with ease at odds with his large form.
She took one more look at the ominous man in black and the sword at his hip and followed, shaking from more than cold.
He moved the sword off her favorite chair without answering and placed it on the trench stretched across her couch.
Gabriel drew a long sword, and Darkyn pulled two free.
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.
By the time he had attached a handle to this sword he was having much trouble to breathe, as the charm of the Sorcerer was beginning to take effect.
The Wizard's sword-blade snapped into a dozen pieces at the first blow he struck against the wooden people.
He drew his sword to hit the boy with its flat side.
For they cut the cheeks of the males with a sword, so that before they receive the nourishment of milk they must learn to endure wounds.
He replaced his sword and strode toward her.
Jilian met Damian's sword with his own, barking orders to his vamps.
He changed into all black and strapped a sword to his back before closing his eyes and envisioning the interior of NOVA Sector.
The shadow-man's hand twitched and inched toward the sword at his hip.
His trench was long and unfastened, the chilled winter wind whipping back one side to reveal a sword tucked against his leg.