The sergeant major drew his sword and raised the bare blade.

A man lunged into the opening, a bare blade in hand, and thrust hard at me.

Behind them came four armsmen, blades still bare and ready.

Tonsar raised his bare blade in return, holding it up for a time.

His sword was unsheathed; one hand rested on the bare blade.

He returned their salute with the bare blade of the blue sword held high.

They all gave a wide berth to the great bare blade that he was carrying, whether any of them recognized its magical potential or not.

He came up, the bare blade in swing, ready and waiting.

Finally, Heinar chuckled, looked down at the bare blade in his hand.

Keleios found herself holding the silver sword, blade bare and hungry.