Mat had only his bow and quiver, but Perrin also wore his axe at his belt, with its big half-moon blade balanced by a thick spike.

The axe was a wicked half-moon blade balanced by a thick spike, meant for violence.

Barely in time Perrin leaped up, dropping the hammer to seize the axe, just keeping the half-moon blade from her flesh.

He took to keeping his cloak thrown back, even when it was windy, so the half-moon blade was never hidden.

Frowning, he concentrated on the long half-moon blade and thick spike.

The axe came into his hand smoothly, long half-moon blade and thick spike catching the sunlight.

He touched the axe at his belt, with its gleaming, half-moon blade.

Hammerhead suddenly became half-moon blade and thick spike, flickered back to stout cylinder of cold steel, fluttered between.

He ran a hand over the half-moon blade and the chick spike that balanced it.

Against the wall leaned a blacksmith's heavy hammer and an axe with a wicked half-moon blade and a haft a pace long.