I watched swords swinging back and forth for a minute, then rose slowly to my feet behind the bush I'd crouched near.

The sword rose again and seemed to hover edge-on in front of Blade.

Richard inhaled sharply as the sword rose swiftly into the air.

Edmund made sure that his sword was in its place and then rose to investigate.

I saw Japanese soldiers laughing as their long swords rose and fell.

The two swords rose higher still, ready to slash down at Blade's head.

The sword his brand had met clattered to the floor and did not rise again.

The sword rose a short distance from its sheath.

The sword rose half a blade length from its sheath.

The sword rose again, but it was wavering now.