Sweat trickled down his back and seeped between their skin as he drew himself out, then pushed in again.

Sweat seeped into the comers of Hathcock's eyes as he put his scope's reticle on the guerrilla in the center of the group, who appeared to be the officer in charge.

Sweat seeped from beneath his scales.

Sweat seeped into his eyes.

Sweat seeped from his pores with barely suppressed control.

Sweat was seeping from under his white burnoose and fear made his mouth dry.

Sweat seeped into Hathcock's eyes and dripped from the tip of his nose, while an army of tiny pests crawled around his neck, inside his ears, and on his eyelids and nostrils.