I started to reach for the book and my sword.

He tried to reach for his sword but could not.

Maybe there was not any place for the sword to go in.

She looked around for her sword, but didn't see it.

She started to reach for her own sword and then stopped herself.

Getting up for the sword was too much effort; he let his hand drop.

She looked around for the sword; it was just out of reach.

He got ready to throw it away and go for his sword.

I went for my sword, of course, but he just laughed at me.

I put my hands out for the sword, and he reached to lay it across them.