Brawler
The skin of each of their hard rough and callused from swinging weapons or pickaxes. and yet somehow both males handled each other with such tenderness and delicacy that even their palms and fingers felt inviting.
Mitriaria (chapter 26)
They were carrying bags, trunks, ropes, chains, shovels, sledgehammers and pickaxes. they had been convinced by the minotaurs to work in the mines and get gold for the king.
Hypnovember - Day 11: Corruption
"is that your pickaxe or you're just happy to see me?" the armed bulldog at the mine's entrance stopped. his comment snapped him out of the trance and was met with a confused look.
Bandits, Brigands, and Baddies
The dominant one heard the approach of the adventurers and turned to face them, but before he could act, the sharp edge of a pickax drove its way through his temple and slayed him.
An Argos Experience - Day Two and Departure
"alright gentlemen," mussin said as he hoisted a pickaxe onto his shoulder. "the x-ray and thermal imaging have given us a clear path to chop through, so please try to stay within the marked outlines.
The time traveller, Ch.2 - Escaping
With the briquettes strapped to his back, the pickaxe and some bags with camping gear and clothing and the rest of the food in his hands he was nearly as fast as without all the additional weight.
Enochian: Book 2, Chapter 8
"some luck and a pickaxe." the elk smiled a bit, and zerrex nodded again and half-bowed before making his way in the direction he had pointed, feeling both glad and miserable.
The Second Coming - Chapter 3
They exclaimed, and readied their pickaxes to defend the mine. however, with a small burst of psychic energy, knocked the mining equipment from their hands, disabling them. "i'm not here for a fight." he said.
Grandmother Paradox
Tunneling into the rock was hard work, particularly with how careful she was trying to be, each pickax swing aiming to break off rock, but not damage anything beneath, with a careful dusting from her trusty brush to make sure nothing important would be under
Smoky Santello
The ol' pickaxe always smelled faintly of cigarettes beneath all the sawdust and oil, but now that scent came to the forefront. bea santello wasn't paying much attention to him. she looked stressed, and was clearly trying to relax with a nice smoke.
Harmony's Warriors: Soar - Act II - 04 - I Call to You Across the Sky
She had a headache that felt like an army of diamond dogs were hammering at her skull with pickaxes. the last thing she remembered was being reprimanded by her mother about her mission to hekkerhiem and being blasted into the bifrost. then nothing else.
For Old Time's Sake
"or he could have asked whether i wanted to see his really big pickaxe." peter's claws rapped against the tabletop loudly. "point for team row-reeh!" he slapped the table. "cheers," i chuckled.