A rocket streaked through the street and hit the creature's chest.

Ben lashed out with his left arm and hit the creature in the face.

The shots tore up long splinters of wood laminate but not one hit the creature.

As the sun hit the creature inside, it let out a wail, and I rushed over.

Even though he's only twelve feet away, the bullets don't hit the creature in the head.

I seized a stone at my foot and hit the creature on the leg, and broke it.

He hit the creature with his hand.

In that instant, Borenson lunged with his warhammer, and hit the creature in the soft palate again.

I hit the creature with all my momentum, driving my smoking blade into its flesh again and again.

Every time the warrior hit the creature, the spell drained its life force and gave it to the norn instead.

They might hit the creature, but should they miss, it would certainly be lost to them; they therefore determined to get nearer.

I hit the creature with two more rapid shots, bursting some sort of internal fluid sack, and sent it back into the mud.

Both bullets hit the creature's chest, and it grunted and stumbled back a step, then righted itself and stormed across the threshold again.

Vistaru came in feet first, hitting the creature in the snout, then plunging in the stinger.

"I can hit the creature with this; and if I fall, it will not be of so much consequence."