An arrow zipped by them like an angry hornet as they tiirew themselves to the ground.

From all directions, arrows zipped through the air.

As the two warriors joined her, more arrows zipped in.

A bronze arrow whizzed into the kitchen, cluttered and zipped away.

An arrow zipped past the Greek with a malignant whine, then several more.

With a twang of the bowstring, the arrow zipped away into the night.

Another arrow zipped past, the feather flicking her hair.

An arrow zipped through his chest, leaving a faint ripple.

Morik chuckled, then an arrow zipped past, barely an inch in front of his face.

The arrow zipped down and took the ferret in his chest.