~ The Deer God ~ Act III
He trembled, his grip ironclad, as if holding onto the sword was the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. his chest heaved, and in his eyes, she saw the shock, the disbelief.
Love's Battlefield - Volume 2
Muttered forrest quietly as he released the blue cub from his ironclad grip. sighing yet again while straightening his ruffled collar, thomas questioned, "it's me we're talking about, forrest; remember?
A Curated Performance
I need to draw up some ironclad ndas and run some things past the state's attorney's office. i'll call you."
The Game v2.0 - Round 8
He patted his stomach, his palm bouncing harmlessly on ironclad abs. "but i'm starved. want to go get something to eat?" for some reason, aiden found himself quivering and very nervous. "um... let me grab some clothes from my place first.
A Shocking Debut
That was an ironclad rule neither brother would ever break. but of course, regardless of how close they were as brothers, they were contractually obligated to give each other a hard time.
The Pact
But there was little she could do: his hold on her was ironclad, and strong as she was, she could not so much as budge him. his skull hovered low over the back of her neck, freezing breath coalescing icy crystals amidst her mane.
Part 1: Magic and Messages
However, the warblers had adopted an ironclad defense that had slowed any progression, and while fiital, looran, and meegi had been busy trying to break through their brooders' defenses, they hadn't been able to stop the warblers from scoring points.
LB: Chapter 9 - Linger
"any ironclad rules in mind?" "can't be a judgmental prude, for one." "nope, he cannot." "if ya don't like him, i won't like him." "but it doesn't mean we'll turn away anyone and everyone."
On the Mountain of Trials
The already ironclad need to serve them was strengthened by the subservience of a spirit caught by a wrangler.
Suggestions
He had a warm personality, and an ironclad loyalty to those he loved. losing everything when jennifer, the cruel witch that she was, cut him off, had utterly broken him.
Escape from Palworld: Direhowl
Perhaps it was in part due to her canine nature, but her subservience to her human was especially ironclad, her loyalty bordering on the fanatical.
Montana James and the Raiding of His Buizel's Temple
She hung by his ironclad grip on her arm over the impenetrable blackness of the deep pit below. montana’s fingers shifted. stillness suffused his body. “i don’t have a good grip,” he grunted down to the buizel.