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Barong

Barong \Ba*rong"\, n. [Native name.] A kind of cutting weapon similar to a cleaver, with a thick back and thin razorlike edge, used by the Moros of the Philippine Islands.

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barong

n. A cutting weapon similar to a cleaver, with a thick back and thin razor-like edge, used by the Moros of the Philippines.

WordNet
barong

n. a knife resembling a cleaver; used in the Philippines

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Barong

Barong can refer to any of the following things:

  • Barong Tagalog, an embroidered formal garment of the Philippines
  • Barong (mythology), name of the king of the spirits, leader of the hosts of good, and enemy of Rangda in the mythological traditions of Bali
  • Barong (knife), a short, yet wide, leaf shaped blade sword or knife used by the Moro peoples of Sabah and the Philippines
Barong (mythology)

Barong is a lion-like creature and character in the mythology of Bali, Indonesia. He is the king of the spirits, leader of the hosts of good, and enemy of Rangda, the demon queen and mother of all spirit guarders in the mythological traditions of Bali. The battle between Barong and Rangda is featured in Barong dance to represent the eternal battle between good and evil.

Barong (knife)

The barong is a thick, leaf-shaped, single-edged blade sword. It is a weapon used by Muslim Filipino ethnolinguistic groups like the Tausug, Sinama or Yakan in the Southern Philippines.

Usage examples of "barong".

There is an ancient legend of the battle between the lion lord Barong and the wicked witch Rangla.

She glanced back expressionlessly at Barong, and then at Grace and Hugh.

And like a lion pouncing, powerful and smelling of sweat, Barong leaped past him and seized my hand with the small machine still in it.

Hugh seemed half annoyed at being interrupted all the time but half pleased that Barong was coming out of his shell.

Some sort of tropical wetlands, I decided, the kind of place Barong or at least his genes might feel at home in.

A cool, drizzly wind was blowing in the year 52,435 when Zanna, Barong, Hugh and I took it in turns with our single clumsy shovel, half-melted as its edge had been by nano attack, to dig a place in the rich loam where we might bury Grace.

He howled and howled until we asked Barong to intercede for us, beg Ferdinand to contain his raw, sweet sorrow.

Ferdy perched himself down facing Barong, and got as close to a zazen position as a dog can manage.

Zanna, with unusual delicacy, saw instantly what I meant and, instead of making a hurtful joke out of it, stepped away from Barong, gathering up the dishes and bowls from our funereal meal.

Poor Ferdy started to look sick, flailing about with all four legs, until Barong caught him and held him still.

Sulking, Zanna looked for diversion and found nothing except Barong himself.

She was back to cosying up to Barong the Gorgeous, back as well to gibing at me at every opportunity.

Controlled Experiment, the girl who had led Ferds from the room the night before, had less trouble getting Barong into the bathroom.

Hugh and Barong and Mental emerged from the bathroom, glowing with cleanliness and mental hygiene.

My sister snorted at that, rather loudly, and in a flash Barong was awake, out of his bunk, and beside us.