With all the willpower he had left, Blade forced his right arm into movement.

Blade forced himself to stand and meet the woman's eyes as she came at him.

Blade forced himself not to sit up with a jerk, and leaned back in his chair.

Blade forced his eyes away from the view-ball, but he could not quite make himself look at the Wizard.

Blade forced himself to look ahead and to either side, hoping for some break in the walls of the canyon.

Blade forced himself to watch as the flood thundered down the canyon, a wall of water a hundred feet high.

Blade forced himself to go on talking, but also got ready to move fast.

Blade forced his attention off those skillful lips and looked down.

Blade forced himself to remember the danger and forget about the routine.

Blade forced himself not to look too intently at the young woman while going through the formalities.