One ham-like fist rose to point at the chalkboard, and a bellow roared out.
Very slowly, a tiny fist rose through the netting, fingers flexing as they grasped at the stone.
Nat-ul strove to regain it, but the great fist rose above her face.
Clenched as if it were squeezing blood out of itself, his fist rose like an appeal.
His fists rose at his sides, struck the stone overhead, and fell again, trembling.
His massive green fists rose and then fell against the wall like a wrecking ball.
Michael's head hummed as his locked fists rose and fell, turning the Virginian's face to a smear of red.
As a huge fist rose to knock Cliff unconscious, a bullet struck the upraised arm.
Both my fists slowly rose to my chest.
The two fists rose slowly from the table top, quickly hammered twice in unison and shot forward.
