Before he hit the rug, Blade whirled to meet the first guard.

Blade whirled to see the young man go down under the leap of the other black stalker.

Blade whirled around and slammed the door behind him.

But still the blades whirled and clashed, neither finding an opening in the other's guard.

Blade whirled, dropping almost by instinct into a defensive stance, hands raised.

Blade whirled and saw the first dune buggy returning for another run.

Minutes later, Blade detected the faintest of disturbances immediately behind him and whirled.

Blade silently picked up his weapon and whirled it around his head.

A Thief leaped out from behind a tree and Blade whirled to meet him.

Blade whirled the axe to gain power, then leaped in again with a fierce cry.