He is able to fly at incredible speeds and project fire from his mouth and hands.

It roared again, and this time a fine spray flew from its mouth.

Spittle flew from his mouth as he bent low and shouted directly into her face.

He was so excited that the spit flew from his mouth.

Words seemed to fly from his mouth; harsh sounds, alive with a force of their own.

Spittle and blood flew from his mouth at each gasping breath.

Spit flew from his mouth in a fine spray, but nothing else came out.

In dreams, his mother came to him, blood flying from her mouth.

As she did, a spark of fire flew from his mouth to hers, impregnating her.

A bit of spittle flew from his mouth as he whipped the animal under him to greater efforts.