It was a gorgeous fight, for the two fought
as long as there was a seal that dared lift up his head, and when there were none they paraded grandly up and down the beach side by side, bellowing.
Their antagonist was a very tall man, wearing the metal of one of your own guardsmen, and his fighting ability was little short of marvelous for he fought
fair against the entire four and vanquished them by his surpassing skill and superhuman strength and endurance.
He only changed his sword hand, and fought
with his left hand.
It would not be unlike her to have seized a sword and fought at my side, for, though the women of Mars are not trained in the arts of war, the spirit is theirs, and they have been known to do that very thing upon countless occasions.
She must be contemplating some cunning strategy, I thought, and so I fought on secure in the belief that my divine princess stood close behind me.
Then came the Battle of North India, in which the entire Anglo-Indian aeronautic settlement establishment fought
for three days against overwhelming odds, and was dispersed and destroyed in detail.
The Russians, they say, fortified this position in advance on the left of the highroad (from Moscow to Smolensk) and almost at a right angle to it, from Borodino to Utitsa, at the very place where the battle was fought
Always it seemed to her that the Black Chief fought
upon the defensive, or when he assumed to push his opponent, he neglected a thousand openings that her practiced eye beheld.
As for why I fought
as I did today," he continued, "it be because the heart of Lady Bertrade your daughter be upon your side.
When he put up his arms, each day, to begin, they pained exquisitely, and the first few blows, struck and received, racked his soul; after that things grew numb, and he fought
on blindly, seeing as in a dream, dancing and wavering, the large features and burning, animal-like eyes of Cheese-Face.
His early training, when he fought
with Lip-lip and the whole puppy-pack, stood him in good stead.
From the sandspit the way led out through the Golden Gate to the vastness of adventure of all the world, where battles would be fought
, not for old shirts and over stolen salmon boats, but for high purposes and romantic ends.
Some bands, in strong positions, fought
gallantly, but in the end every deserter from the militia met death.
Swaran saw them from the hill on which he fought
, and turning from the pursuit of the men of Erin, he marched to meet Fingal.
It was one stupid bull who had never fought
a man against five wise men who had fought