Simitar

A stout cord was looped about his neck and the other end of this was given into the hand of a huge black warrior who bore in his free hand a great curved simitar. ❋ Howard, Robert E. (2005)

Gingerly he drew the sword, and from it dripped a greenish liquid exactly like that which slavered from the simitar-fangs of the reptile. ❋ Howard, Robert E. (2003)

A crimson scarf was knotted about his head; his wide silk breeches, of flaming hue, were upheld by a broad sash which likewise supported a simitar in a shagreen scabbard. ❋ Howard, Robert E. (2003)

Conan took up his simitar and moved over to stand before the echoing door. ❋ Howard, Robert E. (2003)

Conan cleared the space between him and the throne with a desperate bound, his simitar swinging with all his power. ❋ Howard, Robert E. (2003)

He drew his simitar and advanced, confident in his spired helmet and close-meshed mail. ❋ Howard, Robert E. (2003)

Before the unknown person could round a corner and see him on the stair, he stepped quickly across the intervening space and dropped lightly into the room, drawing his simitar. ❋ Howard, Robert E. (2003)

He tested the nicked edge of his simitar, quite cool now that he was at bay. ❋ Howard, Robert E. (2003)

Shifting his reddened simitar to his left hand, he drew the great half-blade of the Yuetshi. ❋ Howard, Robert E. (2003)

Opposite this, on a dais against the wall, up to which led broad curving steps, there stood a throne of copper, and when Conan saw what was coiled on this throne, he retreated hastily, lifting his simitar. ❋ Howard, Robert E. (2003)

For an instant Khosatral floundered, smothered and blinded by the clinging stuff that resisted his strength as wood or steel could not have done, and in that instant Conan caught up his simitar and shot out into the corridor. ❋ Howard, Robert E. (2003)

A shattering stroke of his simitar hewed the lock asunder, and as he sprang through to the stair that loomed beyond it, he saw the head and shoulders of Khosatral crash through the other door. ❋ Howard, Robert E. (2003)

An instant he reeled on wide-braced legs, feeling his ribs caving in on his vitals and his sight growing dark, while his simitar gleamed above his head. ❋ Howard, Robert E. (2003)