Like swords

Usage examples of bladed.

Fatty wood give him his silver pensil case and Beany give him his 6 bladed nife he wood trust us for a month.

Sonar, narrowband contact Sierra One, bearing either three five zero or one seven zero, is a submerged contact, Russian nuclear type four, probable AKULA class, making three zero turns on one eight bladed screw.

Sonar, narrowband sonar contact Sierra nine six now bears one seven eight and correlates to broadband trace on that same bearing, turn count is pending but screw is seven bladed.

Blaylock was unsurprised to see the ominous, double bladed shape of a Romulan warbird rippling into existence on the viewer.

Intimations of what might come of the night turned slowly in his head, like millwheels in a lazy stream, affording him a glimpse of every bladed consequence.

There was a great rattle as he came in, for on his chest he wore crossed swashes of pismires, and on his back he carried a festoon and a double bladed ax.

In the depths of punctured vugs, needlelike clusters of fragile silicates and bladed arsenates sparkled with the promise of new combinations of elements.

Two other slaves stood forward with glaves, lighter poles, bladed, with which they cut a path for the following barges.

Two dozen of his men, armed with short-handled, long bladed spears, and divested of all clothing, were to act as Bluchers.

The naked guerrillas took them from behind, and this time Craig heard the explosive grunts as they swung the long, bladed pan gas likea tennis-player hitting a hard forehand volley.

It carried a long Scottish dirk with a hilt of black bone carved in swirling Celtic knot work and a broad bladed short sword about two feet long.

The tips of his forelegs were no longer inverted, with the result that the bladed structures had disappeared and the small, four-jointed, hooklike prehensile appendages were again fully visible.

And with the inked and stencilled flashburnt shapes of pistoned or bladed doom came his usual crowd of hangers-on, spectators gripped to each limb, seated on shoulder blades, peering from his jungled chest, hung upside down in microscopic millions in his armpit vaults screaming bat-screams for encounters, ready for the hunt and if need be the kill.

A boarded window sixty feet up a wall exploded inward and five voynix scrabbled in, their bladed manipulators hacking into stone like ice hammers.

No longer able to see them, they could no longer see him, and Rourke, eyeing the roadway leading from Lake Shore Drive and the airfield as well, no one was coming, pushed himself up, taking the steps from the lower rocky walkway to the planetarium level three at a time in a long strided run, the M-16 and the CAR-15 left behind with Vladov and Corporal Ravitski, the long bladed Gerber MkII in his right fist as he followed the men.