His boots struck the earth and he strode toward me.

Halfway through, her right boot struck something large and yielding.

He took another step and his boot struck something soft.

A boot struck her in the stomach and she doubled over.

A boot lashed out and struck him in the ribs.

Then my boot, slipping across the ground, struck against some obstruction.

He reached for me, but his boot struck a stone, and he stumbled.

His boot slipped and struck one of the side bars.

In this instant, Valya's boots struck him hard between the shoulders.

But the other countered the blow this time, struck the boots from his grip.