In that fight he learned edged steel could bite his flesh, too, and that it was no more pleasant when it did than he would have guessed.

The dagger had been Valyrian steel, and Valyrian steel bites deep and sharp.

Jon hacked at the corpse's neck, felt the steel bite deep and hard.

Tombstone lunged forward in the chair, feeling the steel of the handcuffs bite the raw patches circling his wrists.

He slashed his blade at the last minute and felt the steel bite into the thing's shoulder.

"Even enchanted steel won't bite."

Even sharp elven steel did not bite deep into the iron flesh, but it did catch the knight's attention.

Bróðir was tall and strong, with long black hair that he wore tucked in under his belt, and he was clad in a coat of mail "which no steel could bite."

He swung at the back of the man's calf, and felt the steel bite down to the bone.

Xavier's sword was notched where the steel had bit into it.