He drew his sword; the blade was shining like dull silver.

The handle is worn, aged-yet the blade shines like new.

The silent circle of soldiers around him stood ready, their blades shining in the moonlight.

"I seek the one whose blades shine like a star in his hands."

The blades of their weapons shone briefly whenever they caught the torchlight in the mist.

Finn drew his sword and held it up, the long blade shining brightly under the winter sun.

He took some of the swords out of the small room and cleaned them until their blades shone.

The blade shone a cool lemon when he thumbed the actuator.

Behind the light a black shape ran and darted, and long blades shone.

The blade still shone with all its glory undimmed.