That's when the first bottle flew and the rest is history unrecorded by me.

The bottle of ink flew off in another direction.

A shot was fired, a police car burned, rocks and bottles flew.

A few bottles and other makeshift missiles flew in our direction.

Although bottles reportedly flew, it was the police who charged the crowd.

Roland saw bottles and boxes fly back in a hurricane of shot.

Before Malkus could complete the thought, a bottle of some sort flew through the air and broke apart upon impact with the ground.

The bottle flew back and bounced off the costume head with a small explosion of feathers.

Some mud and a few bottles flew over the wall, but soon it was intact again.

Keep pumping until the cork pops and the bottle flies away.