Her sword sank deep between his ribs, but he twisted so violently that she lost her grip on it.

The sword sank with a clatter to the board.

Before he could move or shout, Katerina's sword sank into his back.

The sword sank, as if the floor were soft sand, to engulf the blade and finally the arm of its bearer.

The sword slowly sank until the tip touched the ground.

The sword hit the ice near to the dwarf, and sunk in to the hilt.

The sword sank to his side and was quenched in his shadow.

The sword sank half its depth into the crysðtal, as if into air.

The two fleshy swords gradually sank out of sight.

She reeled him in; he was too astonished to let go, until her sword sank in his throat.