“STABBING” in italiano

He thrust forward, stabbing this one directly in the neck, just above its breastbone.

She stood, paralyzed with fear, her eyes on Jon’s back where the pair of crossbow bolts had burst from his flesh like shoots of growth stabbing up from spring soil, grisly strings of blood and flesh stuck on their jagged, steel barbs.

Through the haze of pain, the cage reminded him there was one thing he had to do right now, no matter how many needles he felt stabbing through his eyes.

Rew pressed forward, stabbing and swinging his longsword in narrow strikes, holding his knife close.

He gripped it tightly in his hand, ignoring the stabbing of its needled legs as it struggled to get free.

With the piece of metal still clenched in his hand, Baby Brother lunged at a skinny dude with a big head, stabbing him deeply in the throat with a fork and sending him down for good.

”“Children, aye,” she said, stabbing him in the chest with a finger.

Whether they were scared of the penalty for breaking protocol or scared of the mercenaries stabbing them in the back if they tried, Rew didn’t care.

He lunged, thrusting his longsword out to the extent of his reach, diving at the bandit leader, stabbing into the man as he swung down with his broadsword.

Rew tossed aside the body of the narjag he’d been stabbing over the shoulder of and stepped forward, using the length of his longsword to thrust into the second rank, holding his hunting knife close to deflect any strikes from narjag spears.

Pillars of black and red smoke turned complex dances, lightning stabbing between them.