The other two blows followed, at the back of the head.

But more blows followed in a dull rain.

A second blow followed, and then another.

She had stumbled into some terrible gauntlet, where each blow followed hard and fast upon the one before.

Two more blows followed, each leaving a red mark, from which tiny rivulets of blood ran like tributaries.

But it came with the knowledge that a second blow would be following the first.

Thudding blows followed, so close on one another that the noise became continuous.

The second blow of the same fist to the same kidney followed within a split-second, finishing the work.

Another blow followed later that year, when Mr. Wright died after a heart attack.

Another blow followed and split the top edge of the shield.