Weapons, fists, and boots pounded a martial beat that intensified to a fever pitch.

Rome's boots pounded on the pavement and he turned sharply, rounding a corner.

His boots pounded loudly against the earth as he ran after the vanished smilodon.

He strode out, his boots pounding on the wooden floor of the tavern.

The boots of the two guards pounded heavily along the deck.

His heavy boots pounded the pavement behind her.

Then, his boots pounding the ice, Dutiful passed me.

His black boots pounded on the sidewalk.

Heavy boots and gun butts pounded through vents, stormed in through doors.

Silently his boots pounded into the carpet.