I paused outside the door, touched the weapon strapped to my thigh.

Neither fire, poison, nor weapons can touch one.

He could not tell whether the weapon had touched any vital part.

But the weapon never touched Ghost, slipped right through the insubstantial, ethereal mist the creature had become.

Eleana kept her ion flow off as his weapon touched hers.

He was holding his wrist canted so that the weapon would not touch her pale-blue blouse.

"No weapon can touch his body," was the answer.

They came on so fast and so furiously that any soldiers in the guardhouse would have been trampled to death before a weapon touched them.

Nuclear weapons won't touch that vault; we built it to last.

Both weapons touched the creature in red, but only lightly.