Megan's breath slowed, and her eyes focused again.

Her breath slowed; she pulled her shoulders back with effort.

A few deep breaths of the cool night air slowed the maelstrom in his head.

As she worked, his face relaxed and his breath slowed to an even rhythm.

Her breath slowing, she buried her face again in his shoulder.

Most simply lost consciousness, as their breath and blood slowed and Russian security troops began to surge through the theater.

Her breath was slowing, but her heart seemed to be pounding harder than ever.

But as soon as her body recovered from its exertions, breath and the heart rate slowed again.

As his breath slowed it came to him that this was the lesser risk.

The length of the corridor was so startling, compelling, that her breath slowed.