Our hero, however, saw no one to worry about.

But the heroes could see nothing in the gathering darkness of the forest.

In the thick, filthy air the heroes could barely see where they were going.

The hero does not see the face of the assassin, but assumes that his name is Ali.

I could only imagine the things my hero was seeing and the feeling of freedom he must have enjoyed.

"Real heroes never see themselves as anything special," said Cally.

No inspired guesses, though your hero may "suddenly" see the logic of the situation.

At that moment our hero looked up and saw a man's arm circling a tree limb far over his head.

The hero sees the woman and from that moment his entire life is changed.

Once matters become serious, the real heroes come along, sit down and see to it that a result is achieved in one day.