Before the steps could be blocked by the closing door, a second figure raced into view.

The figure in the center hesitated, then turned and raced back to cover.

Dark figures raced about in the reflection of the flames.

Then a very fat figure raced forward and slammed the flat of his foot against the door.

Off to the side two other figures were racing toward a clump of trees.

A black figure was racing toward them from the traders' tents.

On the beach five figures were racing over the dunes.

Then suddenly the stillness exploded, and the figure was racing to him.

Three running figures were racing toward him, blast rifles held low.

Brown figures were racing after him, heedless of being seen.