He drew his fist back and with surgical precision drove it into her mid-face.

His fist caught the warrior on the cheekbone and drove him back two feet.

Panic-stricken, I lashed out, my fist driving into her face.

A tight fist drove against the chin beneath the matted beard.

She went limp when a fist in her gut drove the wind from her lungs.

His own fist drove into Jones' belly, forcing the man away.

A great fist drove Kettrick down into the yielding water and slammed it shut over his head.

His fist clenched, drove at the chin of the drunken man.

And his right fist drove upward as well, aiming not for the face, or head, but the still-exposed throat.

The fist in his ribs drove the air from his lungs.