Her ion-charged blades ripped open his clothes on the left side.

As it was, the short blade ripped into my side and grated against a rib.

The eight-inch blade could rip open his abdomen in a fraction of a second.

The blade ripped through the straw, sliding past his body by only a few centimeters.

The blade had ripped her in half, from shoulder to genitals.

But a jagged blade ripped into his belly and he fell into their midst.

The keen blade ripped the flesh into a gaping wound.

The thing's head jerked to one side and the blade ripped across the cheek.

A blade ripped open his tunic and spilled blood from a long, raw scratch.

The blade swung back, ripped through foam, and slashed at my coat.