Manwise

In the enemy army there also were women on horseback, in armor and steel helmets who fought manwise; they hurled themselves into the thick of the battle[…]

For a little while Jason rode with his hands folded manwise on the pommel of his saddle and with manlike emotions in his heart[…]

But she had this urgent need to think of herself in terms of who she was with, manwise[…]

At the moment, Cora was basically at a standstill, manwise, somewhere between the next to come and the last to go. The last to go had been Charles[…]