They waited, looking upward to where the red beam pierced the clouds.

The beam pierced the darkness, continuing on in a straight line that apparently encountered no resistance.

The beam of a powerful flashlight pierced the darkness.

Its bright beam pierced through the rolling clouds of black smoke.

Then a beam of reason pierced the dark resentment in my mind and I knew, once more, that he was only trying to help.

The green targeting beam pierced the air, sending relief flooding through her.

Just then a beam of sunlight pierced the clouds, illuminating the garden.

Then the beam of a flashlight pierced the blacker darkness.

Before long, the beam of a flashlight pierced the cave opening.

At first it seemed to have no effect, and then one beam pierced a shield that wavered.