White Haven spun towards his own com, but it was already too late.

The nose jerked up, and fell, spinning towards the green ground close below.

The hands shot past nine thousand and went spinning towards eight.

It spun towards the main camp, taking in the gorclak lines on the way.

The car spun towards the outside wall and flipped onto its roof.

The figure spun towards them, the gun coming up.

He spun her towards him, his hand against her face as she turned.

She spun towards the front of the class, started to yell at the kids to stop fighting, and froze.

Others spun gently towards the surface, to impact hours later.

She spun her command chair back towards the com officer.