With the lashed fragments of his staff, the Lord struck upward.

He struck upward, his fist catching the bully's turned head.

I struck upward into his throat with the blade of one hand and the sound choked to retching.

All around, tall buildings struck upward out of shadow into high sunlight.

Protected thus, I struck upward into the belly of the thing, then leaped back, its blood running down me, living fire where it touched flesh.

The ground jolted in a sort of thud that struck upward against their feet.

You could drown in it, still trying to strike upward to the air.

As the pincers struck upward, the tail arched toward its prey.

Somehow, crazed with the hurt, I writhed free and struck upward.

It struck upward along its sides with its front claws, missing him by inches.