He tried to swing the axe, but this was even worse.

She swung the axe again, and hit exactly the same spot.

He stepped forward into the open, to have room to swing the axe.

So he stepped up to the line and swung the axe for a moment, thinking.

He swung his axe up and caught the man through the chest.

He clenched his mind against it and swung the suddenly heavy axe.

He swung the axe around his head several times in a flourish of joy before moving on.

But it's always been an illusion that you can take the politics out of decisions about where and how to swing the axe.

She took one hop forward and swung the axe from overhead.

He swung his axe in instinct, feeling it bite home.