When footsteps sounded behind me, I wheeled, fists going up.

You have to see it happening, see your fist go right through the board.

Tavernor selected the spot where his fist was going to land.

His fists had gone mad and were making the whole carriage bloody.

In a gesture he had long since stopped using, his fist went to his mouth.

His great porky fist went up in the air and then down, smack!

His right fist went into the fat stomach hallway to the elbow.

His fist with the knife went for her exposed throat.

Pat's fists went tight; a flush came to her face.

His fists and feet went clear through the man.