Then the beast, sensing dozens of vulnerable prey, rushed through the gurgling ooze into Mudhole.

Still the beasts rushed on, heedless of their casualties.

The beast rushed into the water.

The stone slab shattered with a loud bang but the beast rushed onward.

The beast rushed forward, one paw flying out in front to hook the spinning drow.

He loosed arrow after arrow until only one beast was still rushing forward.

As the two beasts rushed for her, Duare threw herself to the ground; and the creatures met above her.

The big head lunged forward, and then the beast was rushing at Konrad.

A second beast rushed at the distracted woman's back.

The beast had rushed to the noise of the fighting with the instinct of its kind to mob prey.