The wooden haft struck the sword into the air.

He stabbed two, until somebody struck the sword with a shock stick, and his hand went into spasms.

The lightning struck the sword, flashing and twisting like a snake in a snare.

Suddenly fire fell from the sky, dropping through the air like burning rain so strike the sword.

The knight lunged forward to strike the sword from the dark elf's hand.

These young men strike the sword on their bare chests.

The wizard's fire wailed in rage as it struck the sword, exploding around him.

At that moment the lightning flashed again, striking the sword and shattering it.

Before he can do so, Love strikes the sword from his hand, and he runs away.

Its tail lashed out, struck the sword, sent it flying.