The warrior screamed, writhing in agony where something had cut literally all the way through his body.

The elven warriors - seeing their prey escaping - screamed in rage and charged after them.

The weasel-masked warriors screamed as the gigantic horned cats raced toward them.

The German warriors around them were still shoving toward the Romans, screaming angrily and waving their weapons.

The drivers and warriors were screaming in a thin threatening crescendo.

The warrior screamed as the weapon dug in and eviscerated it.

The warrior screamed, and the raw acrid scent of blood flooded the night air.

The warrior screamed a battle cry and ran to meet his other sons.

The warrior screamed and clutched at his side.

By the fifth, Vellanti warriors were screaming with rage that didn't mask their fear.