When everything else winked out, the target seemed to grow larger in her vision, drawing the arrow to it.

Instead, the target seemed to be the reconstruction effort.

And the current target would seem to be rail travellers.

The target didn't seem to be the sort to stint herself in the slightest.

But these targets still seem far out of reach.

The last target, if he was counting right, seemed to be playing the waiting game.

The target seemed not to be advancing eastward any longer.

The targets seemed to have been carefully surveyed, the escape routes well planned.

Missile and target seemed to have come together even before the Bow had thrummed.

The target seemed to jump back, and then began a herky-jerky dance.