As Tell approached the front of the house, the heat of the fire washed across him.

Intense heat pushed through the shattered windows and washed over the two men.

A greater heat washed over her, and she slipped off her cape.

The heat of the burning truck washed his cheeks.

As he stretched himself down carefully, heat washed his face, growing ever stronger.

A soft heat washed through him, utterly unlike the pain of other shocks.

The heat from the flame washed across his face.

The heat washes over the crowd as everyone cheers and the chanting increases.

The heat from the fires washed over him; sweat soaked through his clothes.

He opened the door, and the heat washed into the chill, air-conditioned car like the breath of a dragon.