An arrow cut deep into the monster's thigh, causing it to bellow in pain and rage.

They crouched quickly as more arrows cut the air.

I looked up and saw again the arrow cut into the tree.

Worse, he heard a third approaching from behind, and worse still, arrows regularly cut the air nearby.

An arrow had cut an impression into it.

His arrow cut across the meadow and slammed into the center mark.

An arrow cut the air, taking the horse high in the shoulder with a dull thumping sound.

An arrow cut the air where he had been, but no others accompanied it.

Apparently, the arrow the night before had cut him enough to cause bleeding.

The thought cut through the pain as quickly as the arrow had cut through his body, and with it came the taste of fear.