With a roar that was like the gust of a black wind, the creature charged.

The creatures were charging around his legs, butting against the carapace.

The creature screeched and charged her; it was real.

I gagged on it, and then the creature charged me.

Still, he wondered what would happen if some creature called her bluff, and charged on through the veil of illusion.

The creature had evidently charged, and been dispatched by Trent's singing sword.

The creature lunged to its feet and charged again.

The creatures, seeing Caramon drop his weapons, charged forward.

The creature charged right by me, went down a few stairs, then came to a stumbling halt.

In moments the dire creatures were charging across the open space.