A touch might have dinted her, made a dimple in a wrong place.
Already the phalanx of the enemy is pierced, already his armour is dinted.
She nestled to him and dinted his bare arm with the pearls of her mouth for a reply.
His armour was dinted and his plume shorn away from his helmet.
Well is it dinted, too, in proof that it fended the blows of strong fighters.
Their armour is old and worn, and their drawn swords dim and dinted.
There, too, were coats of chain mail and great iron gauntlets, and rows of dinted helmets formed a cornice round the gallery.
It was a hackney carriage of the lowest grade, with dinted metal panels and deflated cushions.
Scarcely a dinted shield or a torn garment in their ranks; every bowman with a whole skin and a quiver full of arrows at his back.
Sheer weight of metal drove the line of the Allies back and back, wavering and dinted but never broken.