She broke away from Alex and pounded toward the cave.

He hit the floor of the pass, pounded toward them, and skidded to a stop ten feet away.

She was off around another corner, pounding through a half-empty market, then toward the last of the city walls.

He heard the steps of the housekeeper as she pounded toward him.

The officers pounded past me toward him, one going to either side.

A figure pounded toward them along the path, breathing heavily.

The cavalcade pounded on toward the gates of the City.

It seemed but a moment we were out of the wood, pounding toward our village homestead.

In no more than a breath, we had reversed our track and were pounding back toward the things that pursued us.

The blues were pounding toward them, weapons coming to bear.