That was when a sword seemed to flash from nowhere.

Two swords or one seems to me a small difference only.

Only his sword seemed to be in good condition.

The glow of the energy which the sword still seemed to attract to it filled him.

Even the sword seemed to have given up on her; she never felt so much as a prod from it anymore.

Strangely, his sword seemed to arouse more interest than he himself did.

His sword seemed to leap out of the sheath like a living thing.

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

His swords did not seem to suit him and he could barely handle them.

Even the garish sword I had left behind seemed to have vanished.