City of Light Chapter 16: Departure
Arcturus however said nothing as the wind battered against them, filling veledar with the joys of flight. he glanced back to see his friends on gryphon, or magic carpet. his gaze falling to arcturus.
Gathering Gloom
Propeller screws push the airships across the sky as the winds batter the balloons and threaten to burst them at any second.
The Dragon's Paladin Chapter 12: Crashing Hopes
They spoke little as the night wind battered them from all sides. arcturus saw even veledar struggle against the winds, although he doubted the dragon would ever admit to having such trouble. they arrived at merlia's camp within the hour.
The Rider: Chapters 11 & 12
The branches of it swayed and creaked as the winds battered the plant relentlessly. she saw the guard that was in the booth. he was a neishor, one of the horse-like aliens of the union, a being significantly bigger and stronger than her asishi body.
Alcatraz Ch. XVII-Morpheus
The wind battered me so hard i staggered into the side of a building. a building? i was at some sort of port, and the water was filled with bodies. some had jinn masks, some had gra armor.
Submission
In stark contrast to the heat of the ball room, the wind battered his scales, flinging shards of ice into his eyes.
City of Light Chapter 9: Magical Support
The wind battering their faces, that contained large smiles that threatened to overtake their faces. “you already said this my handsome dragon." “oooo." veledar happily crooned.
Kuthalti's Lament 2 - Alice's Sacrifice
The heat crashed on her, then a sudden intense wind battered her face as the air rushed into the seared clearing and fanned the flames with… oxygen, yes, that was the word she remembered from the dream.
Predilection: CH 9: Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind
I flew for at least a minute, the harsh wind battering me about to the point where i became unsure of which way i had come from. if not for gravity i would have even forgotten which way was up with how badly my flight was going. "kira? xane? sentry?"
The Wolf Hunters - Episode 10 - The Cortrian
The wind battered me, fiercely, momentarily pinning me against the console. i pivoted my body around it, than dove towards the inky blackness, aided by the subsiding blast of escaping air.
Graceless
It was painted a light blue, with a slight amount of chipping around the trim from years of salty wind battering it. there was no garage, just a driveway with an awning over it, added a whole century after the house had first been built.
Science and Religion 5: The Hybrid and the Hero
wind battered him as the pokémon flew, whipping past him and doing its best to tear him away in the torrent, but he held on. he clung to the chain in one hand, wrapped around its neck and keeping him standing upright, tall and terrible.