The sword fell from his hand, the life left him.

She smiled, so that this sword might not fall upon her.

Her sword fell, sticking in the ground to the side.

I know not when the sword of Fate shall fall.

Suddenly the sword fell from her fingers and she grabbed him.

His sword fell into the snow as he crushed her to him.

The sword rose and fell even before the guard could scream.

Then, out of the blue, a tall sword falls from the sky.

His own sword rose and fell, spraying blood into the air.

Well, he thought, maybe this is the way wisdom comes; and the sword didn't fall on me, did it?