The warrior finished saddling his horse and swung onto the animal's back.

The warrior swung the metal case behind his back and tightened the rope.

No warrior can swing the sword of Martin like him.

But, provoked by this action, a warrior swung his club and brained him on the spot.

Then the old warrior swung his gaze up to the horizon and the low, scudding clouds.

Moving around the man in front of him, the warrior threw the bolt back and swung the gate outward.

The warrior took hold of the rope and swung himself over the edge, descending swiftly.

Before he could stop himself the warrior swung and plunged his blade into his friend's chest.

The warrior swung her jagged star mask toward him.

When he shook them, the warrior hooted and swung tomahawk at him.