Arrows thrummed, axes and swords rose and fell, spears leaped and thrust.
The central axis of the facade rises one floor higher than the two wings, capped by a tympanum supported by volutes.
Swords and axes rose and fell, and blood flowed thickly in the gutters.
The Guards' swords and axes rose and fell with methodical brutality as they moved slowly forward, foot by foot, hacking and thrusting, shoulder to shoulder now as they imposed shape and meaning on the battle.
Their swords, axes, spears and knives rose and fell.
And ever above the din rose Good's awful yell of encouragement as he plunged to wherever the fight was thickest; and ever, with an almost machine-like regularity, the two axes rose and fell, carrying death and disablement at every stroke.
The primary axis, centered on the rear façade of the palace, rises on Boboli Hill from a deep amphitheater that is reminiscent in its shape of one half of a classical hippodrome or racecourse.
The great axes of his Haloga guardsmen rose and fell, rose and fell, shearing through the nomad's light small shields and boiledleather cuirasses.
Swords and axes rose above him.
