black and blue

The west, half-way to the zenith, was green—the black-and-blue green of bruised flesh.

There was a long scratch on one calf and numerous black-and-blue spots around both knees.

These would explode, and I was twice hit by the bullets, which left a black-and-blue mark.

Always it landed on some tender portion of my anatomy, so that my average, written in black-and-blue spots, remained an even 1000.

Don't know exactly what it was, but I warrant I'll have a nice black-and-blue mark to show for it.