Each 4-lb incendiary struck the ground with a sound like the crack of a whip and a white flash.
The medallion slipped from his fingers and struck the floor with a small, musical sound.
It struck the floor with a thick, dull sound and rolled a short distance toward the desk.
It bounced, rose, then struck again even harder as something splintered with a terrible, final sound.
Half a second later the Zdonek struck the ground with a sound like thunder caught in a bottle.
She was thrown to the ground hard, her head striking the tarmac with a violent, decisive sound.
It struck the cyclone fence at the back of the lot with a little tinkling sound.
After a moment he opened his hand and let the chunk fall, to strike the rock floor with a dull sound.
The back of her head struck the wood with a sound like knuckles on a door.
The bullets striking on flesh with a hollow sound, then up and ride again.
