“SHAFT” in italiano

A shaft of boiling radiance stabbed into the man.

It disappeared into the shaft and the steps spiralled around it, and as the sunlight fell away, he saw that the pillar itself glowed with a soft yellow light, guiding his way.

The man let go and jumped back, but the intricately carved shaft of gold-capped wood remained stuck in the crystal, sticking up from it, snapping with incandescent bands of light.

She licked up his shaft in one long motion.

The narjags were startled, and one of them screeched as the feathered shaft of the arrow flashed past it, gouging a bloody trench on its arm.

Nesta smiled, and when she pumped him a third time, she squeezed hard, letting her nails graze the sensitive underside of his shaft.

He whipped the spearhead back at the last moment, spinning the shaft in his hand, cracking Brauctha across the jaw.

He moved fast, a sudden dash forward, the hand behind his back clamped around the shaft of his axe.

Many of them toiled gladly in the dark underworld of Perus, driving a hundred yard wide diagonal shaft downward into the city’s hidden depths, where the last functioning World Gate on the continent lay hidden.

Brauctha swung his sword at Shkarauthir in a savage, overhand strike that shattered the shaft of Shkarauthir’s spear.

Her fingers shook a little as she stroked them down the thick, long shaft.