The warrior turned back to him and raised an eyebrow.

The warrior walked south to the corner and turned onto the street where she lived.

The warrior turned to his companion to work out a course of action.

The warrior who had challenged them turned to one of his fellows.

"My own warriors are turning against me," he told her.

He hit it, just as the remaining warriors turned their fire inward toward him.

The warrior stopped, turned his back to them and leaned against the wall.

The warriors turned at the sound and rushed back toward the closed door, only to find that it would not open.

The old warrior pushed himself to his feet and turned to leave.

The warrior turned toward the table, held up the mug and nodded his thanks.