A metal helmet worn by common soldiers in the 16th century

Usage examples of morion.

He wore a silvery breastplate and silvery morion helmet, and paint suggested a black bush of beard upon his chin.

Horses grew in his screen, and silent yelling fighting faces, and then one gray-bearded face beneath a morion helm, its whiskered cheeks stretched out to shout commands.

The sun glinted on morion helmets there, and a rank of campaign tents was visible through a gateway in the outer palace wall.

He was no more than three feet tall and wore a morion helmet easily three sizes too large and a brigandine corselet that came down almost to the hair on the tops of his feet.

It was a halfling male, no more than three feet tall, wearing a morion helmet easily three sizes too large and a brigandine corselet that came down almost to the hair on the tops of his feet.

The morion spoiled the effect by slipping abruptly down, covering his face to his snub nose.

The foremost of these, a giant of a man in an iron morion and carrying a two-handed axe in one hand and an ox-hide shield in the other, came crashing in through the door of the tower, swinging his weapon in a deadly arc around him.

He was wearing only his small clothes, boots, a purple-plumed morion, and a baldric.

The good King was seated on horseback about half way up the mount, a morion on his head, surmounted by a crown, which left his manly features exposed to public view, as, with cool and considerate eye, he perused each rank as it passed him, and returned the salutation of the leaders.

Sailor-fashion, he had no armor on but a light morion and a cuirass, so he was not too much encumbered to prevent his springing to his legs instantly, and setting to work, cutting and foining right and left at every sound, for sight there was none.

Garr, wearing the magnificent gray and green uniform of the Overwhele Dragoons, carefully placed his morion on the table, so that the panache stood erect.

Again and again he and Peters had led the boarders, and it was only his morion and breast piece that had saved him many times from death.

Even as he drew back his sword for another atrocity, the head of the armored murderer burst with such force as to spring apart the two halves of the steel morion, leaving nothing above his blood-spouting neck save shredded tendons and a bit of spine.

While the king was speaking his eye turned for the first time toward Madame von Morion, and his glance rested long, with a cold and piercing expression, upon her.

All wore gorgeous puffed royal-blue sleeves, blue pantaloons, bronze cuirasses, and morions of the Zazesspurian civic guard.