The long blades clashed and rang, their movement too fast for the eye to follow with certainty.

The blade rang upon the table and bit a good three inches into the tabletop beside his plate.

The blade rang like a bell; the iron showed a bright new scar; that was all.

The enemy's blade was black, but rang like irue steel.

His blade rung as he pulled it from the scabbard.

Lightly they touched blades and the steel rang like fine crystal.

Behind him, the big blade rang like a chime.

I saw the swift blades ring together in the deadly dance of steel.

Their blades rang together, and he danced backward to have room to maneuver.

The bloodied blade still in her hand rang as it hit the floor.