He did not feel the blade moving through his skin.

Blade moved on still more slowly, feeling his way before each movement.

Blade nearly moved all the way to his goal that same night.

The air was so still that not a blade of grass moved.

Blade moved to the left, toward a small fold in the ground.

Before his cries had died away, Blade was moving in on the other two.

The faster the blades move, the lower the pressure around it can become.

Blade moved quickly back to guard the little man, seeing that it was not going to be much of a fight after all.

Blade moved to kick him in the head, then returned to his place.

Blade moved in against the man, who apparently had no idea of what he was facing.