The First gripped her sword as an anchor for her emotions.

The latter had his sword held ready, gripped in both hands, blade upward.

She stood next to me and watched, one hand gripping her sword.

His hand still gripped his sword, but the blade was clean.

She still gripped her sword, but it had become useless to her.

He gripped his sword and waited grimly for the charge.

Lord Rahl himself stood before him, feet spread, both hands gripping his sword.

Still, he gripped his sword tightly, ready to go down fighting.

He had backed up a step and was gripping his sword.

Garric gripped his sword, then realized the sound was laughter.