The blade split the she-creature's head in twain.

My blade split its skull and continued on into the shoulder.

Feeble the movement might have been, but the blade split the cabochon and drove through my hand to pin it to the rock beneath.

Seeing its terrible blade split the sky, Wool's bullock men prodded their animals.

He gave one horrified shriek ere the blade split his skull.

The merciless blade smashed down with all his strength, and split the man's skull where he stood.

The dull blade split the heavy brocade and cleaved the hardwood table.

A blade of light split the dark above.

I yanked my hand back without thinking; the embedded blade split its flesh like a fin through water.

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