The dwarf and eight warriors pushed their way to the front to confront them.

The warrior snorted and roughly pushed her out of his way.

As the prisoner approached, the warrior pushed his way through the crowd to see him; and a moment later they stood face to face.

The warrior ignored them and pushed open the doors.

The warrior rose and pushed Gregor through the door.

The warriors pushed him forward and left him standing ten feet in front of the chieftains.

The listening warriors pushed the little man from one to the other as he moved round the ring, but in little more than good nature.

The warriors were pushing on rapidly, running into walls, having trouble with momentum in general.

The old warrior pushed himself to his feet and turned to leave.

The enemy front line fell as the shafts sliced home, but more warriors pushed forward with shields held high.