Yet again his blade touched me, slashing high across one hip.

Before the blade touched her, the man was blown back with such force that when he hit the wall, his head split open.

For a second the blade no longer touched her.

The green resonated and their blades touched its bright surface as one.

The blade touched the suit and just went right on through.

He stopped it just before the blade touched my eye.

Before the blades could touch him, they fell, inert, to the floor.

When the blades touched, it was like a jolt of lightning.

A tiny smudge of blood came from the place where the blade touched the skin.

Experience told him, just before their blades touched, that this would be the last exchange.