The sword was moving, he had pulled it free!

His sword moved more slowly, as if too heavy for him.

The sword, which had a far more formidable point than any points in my repertoire, hadn't moved from its rather threatening position above me.

If the sword could have moved, it would have shrugged.

The sword moved from his right shoulder to his left.

The red sword moved rapidly to counter the strike against it.

That old boy's sword moved so fast you could hardly see it.

His hand slipped into the basket, but the sword would not move.

His sword moved so fast it was only a blur.

The impact knocked the wind out of him, but even as he slid across the floor his sword was moving.