Trucks, rather than men, became living things that writhed, for the human fighters looked like insects brawling on the backs of stricken beasts.

The screams of the stricken beast almost deafened me.

He was panting, his head drooping, and Centaine felt a pang of sympathy for the stricken beast.

The wild gasp that he gave turned into a shriek that resembled the cry of a stricken beast.

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

The other dogs backed away from the stricken beast, ears flattening backward against their heads.

A raw, wordless shriek as if from a stricken beast, and instinctively, the armed man turned toward it, the gun lifting against the threat.

The tower shuddered as if it were a stricken beast.

Pleading for death like a stricken beast.

Instead, it sounded much more like the wounded and horrified howling of a stricken beast.