To one side lay a leafy branch freshly torn from a tree.

There was a rustle beside him and then a rip, as of a branch being torn away.

There was indeed a short downward channel where trunks had been snapped off and branches torn away.

He eyed the current tearing past carrying broken branches and floating debris.

He tore small branches from a nearby limb and hurled them at his ancient enemy.

A good deal of minor damage, branches torn down, some parts of the city blown to the ground.

Several rooms had been badly damaged and trees all around the compound were shredded, their branches torn off.

Reaching nearly two hundred miles per hour, it tore huge branches from the agora trees and sent them spinning through the air.

An image passed before his mind's eye, a great tree shivering in storm winds, its branches torn loose and spinning away.

Shells "gutted the road and tore branches from the trees in huge pieces," wrote a sergeant who survived.