The prop blades were slowing, stopping.

The blade sliced easily through about half of the massive trunk and then slowed.

The god-metal blade scarcely slowed as it went through armor and flesh and bone.

Its blades slowed, but continued to slice air.

The blades slowed their rotation but didn't stop.

He stood panting and disheveled, while Conan's flashing blade slowed to a halt.

The blades slowed and it began to shudder and shake.

He could hear the high-pitched background whine deepening as the blades slowed.

The engine noise declined to a rhythmic groaning whine and the blades slowed.

Yet, the renegade merely raised a finger and the blade slowed, arched-and blew back toward Huma.