Sentence examples for her breastplate from inspiring English sources

Her breastplate arm'd with vipers wreathed around.

"I kissed her clavicle, marvelling at the shimmering muscles of her breastplate... she whispered: 'You're beautiful, JT'".

Her custom-made body armor became silver-beaded, sequin-covered dresses; her breastplate morphed into convex metal-coated vests and her chaps turned into skintight gun metal gray leather leggings sliced open with rows upon rows of horizontal zippers.

In one scene Ms. Streep is in an evening gown, having a button sewn on before an important Tory function, and when the seamstress is through she hoists her bosom, like Queen Boadicea putting on her breastplate, before going out to challenge a roomful of men.

A wolf's head, the character's family symbol, extends from the right pauldron and covers her helmet's visor, while the left pauldron is covered by red fabric, fastened to the center of her breastplate's collar underneath a large brooch.

Plucking an arrow from her armored breastplate and casting it down the stairs, Joan looks monumental and impregnable, somewhere between Nike of Samothrace and the Terminator.

Her bed, breastplate and battle axe remain in the room, and legend has it that she died defending the castle from an "undesirable" suitor and therefore still haunts the castle today.

She had, bless her, located the breastplate by finger touch only and was already hoisting it over my shoulders.

The sleeping Brünnhilde lay already shorn of her helmet and breastplate, making nonsense of the naïve Siegfried's belated thunderclap of a discovery: "This is no man!" On the whole the cast proved strong and remarkably even.

What isn't in doubt is that there was an incident, and that she was shot, after which she was helicoptered to Bagram air field where medics cut her open from breastplate to bellybutton, searching for bullets.

At moments Lance is manic, wildly flailing his arm as he shows Vince just how to stab her through the breastplate, but then again, he also shows flashes of weirdly calm and competent expertise — he seemed like maybe he was just the kind of bathrobe-wearing drug dealer you'd hope to have helping you if your life depended on reviving some gangster's girlfriend.