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Usage examples of claw.

Her heart pounding so violently she physically shook, Abigail clawed at his arm.

His dry throat struggled to roar, his hands clawed uncontrollably at the air, and his guts seemed afire and yet light and free.

And saw a stream of animals, hoofed, padded, clawed and dashing, splashing through the ponds for Various Aquatic Birds, setting the night aflight - all of them making for the rear gate that opened to the Tiroler Garten.

Another two strides, and he almost tripped over Issgrillikk - his agemate, friend, and foster-cousin - twisted around himself in pain at the base of one of the Great Trees, his claws gouging up the rough, grey-brown bark and tearing long white streaks into the inner wood.

Issgrillikk - his agemate, friend, and foster-cousin - twisted around himself in pain at the base of one of the Great Trees, his claws gouging up the rough, grey-brown bark and tearing long white streaks into the inner wood.

I had placed myself at the port-scuttle, and saw some magnificent substructures of coral, zoophytes, seaweed, and fucus, agitating their enormous claws, which stretched out from the fissures of the rock.

Most terrible of all were the octopoid creatures, reconjoined in a blasphemous, crawling chaos of tentacles, claws, human and amphibian limbs, human heads protruding like cancerous growths from their rubbery flesh.

Or I would have been able to, had the armadillo not clawed them all to pieces and pissed on them.

The keren choked upon its own blood and clawed at the spear, attempting to howl as it staggered in its forward rush, and then was it falling to the ground, its soul already sped.

The best and most fiercely alive cats could usually claw their way out of a Hefty bag, though, which created this conundrum where the ones most worth watching assuming bagged shapes were the ones Lenz risked maybe not getting his issues resolved on.

Sinclair half rose from his thwart, clawed fingers reaching for the baler, but Nicolson easily pushed him away, and he sank back heavily on his seat, bent forward, cradled his face in his hands and shook his head slowly from side to side.

He clawed at the bandanna, jerking it up so high he nearly blinded himself.

Wind smacked him in the face and chest, clawing at him, snapping and whipping like a living thing, and for a horrible moment, Batman thought he was going to be torn in two, that the force would break his neck, that.

She drew out the last long syllable, beckoning Vinaver closer with a crooked, yellow claw.

They were out on Bear Hill the whole day, beating up the bushes as if for game, scaring old crows out of their ragged nests, and in one dark glen startling a fierce-eyed, growling, bobtailed catamount, who sat spitting and looking all ready to spring at them, on the tall tree where he clung with his claws unsheathed, until a young fellow came up with a gun and shot him dead.