As we rode along the hill's crest, the warriors of Marack who had fought so well that day cheered our coming.

The warriors cheered, and everyone splashed into the water at once.

The other warriors, now much more relaxed than they had been at first, cheered goodnaturedly.

The warrior cheered at the sight, bent down to pet one of the animals.

Then came the sweetest sound Reatur had heard on the battlefield: his warriors cheering, going over to the attack.

Their warriors watch and cheer their style, then join in the general battle.

The warriors cheered, and took up the cry as Nicanor moved alongside Philip.

Now all the warriors cheered Buliwyf, and his sword Runding.

His warriors cheered as the beasts, complaining every step of the way, passed through the gaps in the barricade of frozen snow.

The warriors cheered; the trumpet split the shining air.