The Codex Chapter 1: The colossus
Scy said with a stern voice before flicking the ropes around, making the blades dance around him while cutting open the beast in front of him. darvo stood up, and aimed his blade to the stomach "pierce it's stomach and rip him open! now!"
Thirteel Tales From Another World: FIrst Tale
"classes include aggressor, alchemist, archer, armored mage, assassin, astrologer, bard, barbarian, battle mage, battle priest, beast tamer, bishop, black mage, blade dancer, blade master, blue mage, brute-" "okay, that's enough you can stop."
Act III - A Storm Approaches
"i've been wanting to blade dance with you." within his paws were cards being shuffled back and forth. "and call forth your very soul." xavius stared deeply at the man, his paws outstretched and ready within a spell while he listened.
Timelines and Where-Realms Epilogue
The mane shattered, grew, and was shattered again, the wolf little less than a buzzsaw of slashing blades dancing along the lines of hair and fur streaking for him. he became a blur, sliding along the fur strands until he was in range.
World of Chaos: Chapter 20
I changed my tactic, thrusting and slashing ferociously, matching her ferocity with a graceful blade dance.
Price of a Dragon
The blade danced under his guard and with a flick of his wrist, the sword had traveled up under his helmet where it stuck into something solid. a gurgling sound was the only thing that could be heard.
Far away from Home: A Knot in the Dark
As their blades danced, graff limited his movement from a distance. leaving caul on the defensive in their clash. but if he wanted a real test of their skill~ she found herself thrilled, determined.
Dark Soles 7
Brychan's blade danced as he fenced with the armored knight on the steps, and though he laughed like a fool, the otter was accomplished with the blade. he darted in and out, back and forth, all but leaping from pose to stance to strike.
The Mook Maker, Chapter 15: Common Tongue
.** | a single swordsman, cutting the several 'eviscerators' down in the deadly blade dance, with my power spitting out a replacement for the slain creatures. again and again. and again.
Deer Lust
His eyes closed and he revelled in it all, the dirt beneath his claws, grass tickling his flanks, the blades dancing and waving in a light breeze that was welcome in brushing over his already cool scales.
The Hurt We Have
With casual precision, he let the momentum of the blade dance between anson's fingers. _tap tap tap._ it was slow at first, and random. then it quickened. anson's heart began to race, as his eyes lost track of the blade.
The STream
The slippery outer skin of the individual testicles bulged down into the hopper, and the blades danced along it, digging eagerly into the soft flesh.