Once his own line had flown, and takeoff had resembled this.

The line flew in from the dark to fall on the deck.

A line of fire flew toward me, spattering off my staff.

And if the new line won't fly either, what will they do?

In just a few seconds, the lines flew past their station.

A line of sea birds flew a hand's distance above the calm water.

The line flew to the dragon, and whipped around the reptile's form.

A line of geese flew over in the dawn sky.

But the lines of birds really flew there.

Barely a line flies by that doesn't land with a wooden thud.