The man above him had followed his advice and was now aiming at the wall.

Instead, the seven men aimed for the rocks south of the beach.

The men in the car behind were aiming at their tires.

The smaller man raised a thing like a camera and aimed it at me.

In the window which until now had seemed empty, a man was aiming a rifle at me.

He did not need to have the men aiming weapons at him identify themselves.

The small man who had shot his strange gun aimed again.

And then the two men aimed their lights down into the hole.

The green man aimed carefully and shot him again in the head.

Stepping forward, the man aimed a cut at the broad back.