When he took them off, it felt as though his fists could fly, they were so light.

More than a few fists had flown over the subject.

Before Jack could move, a fist flew toward his face.

His fists were flying as if they had minds of their own.

I can't remember what we'd been arguing about, but one thing led to the next, and fists were flying.

Fists flew and the two men spilled out on to the street.

The gun scaled to the ground, and fists were flying instead.

With a howl, the two men fell to the ground, fists flying.

Sparks said nothing more, but in the next instant, he ran forward, fists flying.

His fist flew up into her face, then he threw the robe after it.