He smashed down with all his strength at the man's chin.

Only the knife point at her chin had meaning, until he began to tire.

He was frowning though, and kept pulling at his chin.

He pulled at his chin, wondering why so many men had to dominate.

I let go with one hand and jabbed at her chin.

He made a smile with his wide lips and looked at my chin.

Later I saw him tugging at his chin like he was trying to remember.

He looked at my chin, which had less down than a gosling, but said no more.

Seeing her expression, he rubbed at his chin and looked away.

Three paces and the water level was nearly at his chin.