The pleading desperation in the young voice rang against something inside him.
The sound of two weapons ringing against one another was almost deafening.
The blow went wild, and the sword rang instead against the rock.
His voice rang against the stone walls, and Bran was suddenly afraid.
He took another swing at a spot about a foot over, but this time the bar rang against thick hard wood.
It rang against the cruelty of the sky that looked down upon the city.
The metal rang with the impact of his head against it.
Their footsteps rang against the polished red and gray stone.
His words rang like cold steel against the stone.
It spun, reached the armored back just behind the eyes, and fell to ring against the stone.