The warrior by the small fire did not rise when he saw Famous Shoes coming.

But, conversely, the warriors had somehow risen to be the leaders in their society.

The warrior rose to his feet, glaring at his brother in anger.

Two other warriors had risen and were poising their tridents; then I let them have it.

The grizzled warrior rose to his feet and raised both hands, palm out.

There was a rustling of lo thing as the warriors rose one by one to address us.

One by one, the warriors rose and moved around to the front of the table.

Five feet from the mud, the warrior rose slowly and risked a quick look over the barrier.

Tarzan sat down again and the nobles and warriors rose to their feet.

In the natural order of things the warrior rises above the mechanic.