The young man rushed from the room and into the street.

The little man rushed me again while I wasn't thinking about him.

Three men now rushed their position from across the street.

The old man we'd seen outside rushed past us, almost running.

The men and women without a word rushed into the house.

Both men rushed to the side door of the bank.

When that happened, the men outside would rush the house.

Then a man rushed the two women toward the bar.

"Why do men always rush so hard to kill or be killed?"