He immediately withdrew and saved the Prophet's sword from ever touching a woman's blood.

He picked one that suited him, withdrew his own broken sword and replaced it with the new one.

With a flourish he withdrew his sword and cleaved the air beside him.

With a roar, he withdrew his sword and charged at them.

The Prince withdrew his sword an inch or so.

He stared down at Liliana as he withdrew his sword.

He withdrew his sword and used it to poke at the airplane's deployed wingsail.

He released his arms from the holding straps and struggled to withdraw his great sword.

The whisper of metal in the night as he withdrew his sword.

G'fand had not even had time to withdraw his sword.