The warrior walked south to the corner and turned onto the street where she lived.

The warrior walked to their table and asked the waiter for two sandwiches to go.

The tall warrior walked across to him, squatting by his side.

"Though every horse we take means that another warrior must walk."

There in the darkness, she came to understand that a real warrior doesn't walk away from a war.

The warrior pocketed the money, stood and walked toward the door.

Four warriors had left the screen of trees and were walking forward with swords in hand.

The warrior turned his back on the conflagration and walked into the night.

The four warriors still walked behind her, good lads that they were.

The warrior stood slowly and walked to the end of the bar.