A third died even as he swung his sword into play.
One night, he went to the bridge to swing his sword around and suddenly met the chief.
He swung his sword, and cut off the head of my commander.
When he swung his sword, she would have simply jumped out of the way.
Before she could aim at the second man, he swung his sword.
Wayne swung his sword another time, the same way he had done before.
Now they closed in so that he hardly had room to swing his sword.
He swung his sword with an arm that never tired, and no one could stand against him.
Even as she started forth, the soldier behind her swung his sword.
He swung his sword as she thrust herself high, and cut off her head at the neck.