The dwarf advanced a tentative step, hand on an ax he wore at his belt.

The dwarves gripped their swords and advanced on the chest.

The dwarf produced a thin, rough-edged rope and advanced on him.

All six dwarves, their axes ready to swing, advanced on Trap.

Felix felt his hair stir as the ancient dwarf advanced.

In the camp all was now astir, as if for battle; for the dwarves of Dain were advancing along the eastern bank.

The dwarf advanced, swinging the machete from side to side as if he were cutting grass, panting and whispering under his breath.

The six dwarves advanced on the pair, but then they were gone, winking out of sight.