The beast plunged ahead toward me, departing the tenuous roadway that had been its course.

I danced back as the rider slumped forward and the beast, now fully footed, plunged on toward me, kicking.

The beast screamed, plunged, and spilled its hapless rider on the ground.

Startled, the beast with the packs plunged to the left, just upstream from the rocky ford.

The beast pranced again, a strangely delicate move, then wheeled and plunged.

Then the beast plunged its trunk into the bucket of water and sprayed Chow from head to foot!

The stricken beast reared high, screaming, and plunged backward.

I watched helplessly as the beasts plunged into the woods after him.

He adjusted his mind, sought the words he needed as the beasts plunged on towards him.

Man and beast plunged below the surface in a whirlpool of creaming foam.