When the gunfire intensified, the attackers were all screaming, "God is great!"

The attacker screamed, and his long-bladed knife clattered to the deck.

The seemingly blinded attackers scream and scratch their eyes in agony.

Sizing up his young opponent in an instant, the attacker screamed as he feinted forward.

The attacker screamed, but the renewed agony only seemed to fuel his own movements.

Bone crunched, the attacker screamed and faltered, and Bahzell slashed his throat.

Far behind him the attacker was screaming into a turn, but he could forget about that one.

The attackers screamed in triumph and charged in.

"You will not thwart me," his attacker screamed as he thudded into the aisle below.

The attackers screamed too, flailing ahead with even less skill.