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Usage examples of slash.

Forin and his men ran left and right, opening a gap through which a ballista could send its murderous ammunition slashing into the Daroth ranks.

She laughed at him instead and turned to look for Benito Barranca, who came stalking through the ruins, red knife slashing, cutting down people trying to escape.

Hector kept on ranging, battling ranks on ranks, slashing his spear and sword and flinging heavy rocks but he stayed clear of attacking Ajax man-to-man.

They thought it equally absurd and sinful for a man to carry his income on his back, and bedizen himself out in reds, blues, and greens, ribbons, knots, slashes, and treble quadruple daedalian ruffs, built up on iron and timber, which have more arches in them for pride than London Bridge for use.

It was stinking fatty Billyboy I wanted now, and there I was dancing about with my britva like I might be a barber on board a ship on a very rough sea, trying to get in at him with a few fair slashes on his unclean oily litso.

Kilovin jumped out, slashing many Blader heads off, while Haro took many shots with his bow, all hitting the side of a blader.

You remember Blore slashed out at the handsome busboy who had overpersuaded Mrs.

The borzoi locked on to the muzzle of the cat, slashed and crunched and let go, springing back.

Vince grab the passing seabird by its feet and brandish it at his attacker he would never know, but the struggling penguin was understandably miffed at finding itself faced with what appeared to be a giant rival penguin, and started viciously slashing at Stevens with the sides of its razor-sharp beak.

Sanguine Mountain rived the earth, Hilel and his horse-traders had selected a brushy, steep-sided ravine and blocked the ends with stumps and slash.

Stacks of cordwood and piles of burnable slash ran higgledy-piggledy up the slope.

It looked out across a vast and beautiful valley which stretched thirty miles over the lowveld to a slash of deep purple on the pale skyline, an escarpment which rose two thousand feet to the grasslands of the highveld.

Loose garments floated around her in multilayers of sapphire and yellow, with flamelike slashes of scarlet seenngly setting her afire as her supple body moved.

The gray men fell, or were driven into the claws of the Outdwellers, who slashed them from behind, or pushed them over the edge into the ravine.

Beyond the half-open curtain, murder glared up at him luridly: on the floor sprawled Favian, shirtless, his kilted, cavalry-booted legs tangled in a silken bedcover, his face and bared chest kissing the crimson pool outspread from his slashed throat.