The two swords met with a grinding and then a quick, clattering sound.

The two swords met with a quiet click that cut through the room.

I saw the flash of silver as both swords met and sang.

But what dangers can there be in the adventure which courage and a good sword cannot meet?

The two swords met now not to kiss or woo.

Each time their swords met they gave off a shower of sparks.

The swords seemed to seek each other, guessed their position, and met.

Curved sword met straight one, and at the first pass Viridovix gave back a pace.

The sword his brand had met clattered to the floor and did not rise again.

All too soon the sword met empty space, and I had found my destination.