Slightly in the lead, elbows scything through the air, a desperate and determined woman pounded past the University gates.

A rider wearing a sash of cream and green pounded past the armsman and toward the east.

A man who had lost his hat, whose eyes were wild with terror, pounded past them.

The officers pounded past me toward him, one going to either side.

Halfway down, she stumbled, overwhelmed by the thoughts that pounded past her shields.

The church soldiers, however, pounded past the column of hymn-singing pilgrims with hardly a glance and were soon lost in the distance ahead.

Sweat droplets changed to rivulets as my Nikes pounded past the lagoon.

Serevan pounded past them, brought himself up short, then spun to confront them.

Then I spotted him way back, pounding his way past a teeter-totter.

Haruchai pounded past her, row after row of them.