Their guard had run forward to join the fighting at the front.

His guards ran in their direction, but were too far away to be of help.

All I know is that your guard locked the door from the outside and ran.

The guard of the oil train was running towards him.

A young man pushed through the main doors, the guards running after him.

The sound of a gun would bring guards running from all directions.

He went out to the doorway as two guards ran up.

He scanned the small parking lot and saw a guard running away.

Then the guard was running his hands over G-8's muddy clothing.

"The guards are coming down from their towers and running like hell!"