A bolt of lightning shot from the dark sky, striking the tower, making stones fly into the air.

The four bolts flew through the air, each finding a target in the mass of scaly bodies.

The bolt is flying back and forth all the while, hammering the engagement edge.

From his extended hands two bolts of power flew, to left and right of his mother.

Jennifer had not moved or flinched, even when the bolts of power flew by her.

His bolt flew back on an empty chamber and the plastic magazine dropped out.

The man, startled and not believing he had any allies in this dark place, cried out as the bolt flew past.

The first bolt flew, punching through the leading warrior's temple.

A bolt flew by his face, far too close.

Suddenly, from the edges of the buildings visible, a black and white bolt flew past.