Now and again a black warrior would rush from a near by temple bearing a young woman in his arms.

Throwing himself to the floor, he feigned death as the warriors rushed past him into the throne room.

Then the warriors rushed to closer conflict with their axes.

The warriors turned at the sound and rushed back toward the closed door, only to find that it would not open.

The remaining warriors rushed in, one from each side.

Then a warrior was rushing at her again.

Instantly the warriors, who had now danced quite close and were waiting for these words, rushed upon the Boers.

Another warrior rushed to Logt's side and whispered something in her ear.

The warrior cried out and rushed forward to throw himself at Dorian's feet.

The attack took the army by surprise as the warriors shouted war calls and rushed the defenders.