Follett was pale and his fists opened, the fingers spread wide, then clenched again.

A powerful fist came down, opened, and wrenched him inside.

The loose fists opened and Cachat worked quickly at the console.

He wiped his fist across his mouth then opened the door.

Alan squeezed his fist viciously shut, opened it, and then there were none.

A moment later, he seemed to become aware of this, and the fist opened again.

His fists opened and closed in frustration at his sides.

His fists clenched tighter, then relaxed slowly and finally opened.

The clenched fist opened again as if it bore the future on a platter.

His fist opened, and a ball of flame shot out.