an opponent worthy of my 'blade'
the best 'blade' in the land
the 'blade' of an ax
(..) Thou losest labour. As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air with thy keen sword impress as make me bleed. (ROARS) Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests. I bear a charmed life which must not yield to one of woman born. Despair thy charm and let the angel whom thou still hast served tell thee (..)2015 Macbeth