The second craft plunged straight into the center of the hail of debris.

The craft plunged into the upper atmosphere at a speed of 12,000 miles an hour.

Bond could feel the strength of Quarrel's great sweeps with the paddle as the heavy craft wallowed and plunged.

But Broghuilio didn't hear, even as the craft plunged into the knot of insanely tangled spacetime looming around them.

What was left of the fuselage crumbled, and the craft plunged to the ground in rural Maryland.

Half an hour was then left before the craft plunged into the fringes of the thin Martian atmosphere, which is mostly carbon dioxide.

Together the two Mid-Ak craft plunged into the sea, as the rest of the chopper formation scattered.

The tiny craft plunged toward the planet below them.

The ungainly craft would plunge like a stone into the wall of the ocean, crushing them instantaneously.

Soon they were chugging out into the choppy water, all three boys hanging on for dear life as the small craft pitched and plunged.