His fist sank deep, but she didn't seem to feel it, twisting in midair so that she landed facing him.
The first fist sank deep into the stranger's belly.
Her fist sank in as far as the wrist, right under the sternum.
The hard fist sank into his solar plexus.
His fist punched clean through the scales and sank deep into the flesh within.
While he was still counting the stars dancing in front of his eyes, his right fist shot out and sank into Roosevelt's stomach.
Like a ball of iron, his left fist sank into the other's bulging belly.
He half rose, fists doubled, sank back, and snapped his jaws together.
A fist swung down from on high and sank deep into Jack's stomach.
The breath went out of him in an explosive gasp, and my fist sank to the wrist in his belly.
