Blade held yet another mental debate with himself over what to tell her.

Blade put the point on the floor and held the sword away from him.

The blade held, and he pulled his face level with its handle.

Blade stopped dead and held his staff ready until the crashing died away.

Blade, conscious of time running out, held the heavy rock in both hands.

Blade threw off all restraint and no longer held himself back.

Blade held his breath, watching and waiting for the inevitable.

Blade could no longer hold anything below the tunnel and the gap.

Then she saw what Blade was holding, and her smiled faded.

Blade wet his finger and held it up to test the wind.