through the jungle (poem)
We are found.. trapt.. like animals we run trough the jungle, away from the fire, and hail of bullets, we have strayed to far from home. away from from the bloodshed, we lie crying in a ball.
Of Wolves and Foxes, Chapter 18
"sir, we're being hailed. audio only." "put it through." "_third fleet, this is fleet admiral chase, thirteenth fleet.
Expedition: First Day
"he hails from vladivostok, russia, and has been decorated twice for seamanship and personal bravery during his service in the coast guard branch of safn-s."
Don't Mess with the Moons (TF/TGs)
Most of the "good" people that hail from dunwhich moved out of the town or stay indoors of fear of seeing something they shouldn't of seen. most people born in dunwhich fear this anyways. not detective nick scully though.
D-Day
We feared the shrapnel terror, the strafing stream of metal hail. those cars would have once been nice, but now all the occupants carved was escape.
The Human Species Ch. 35 - Suppressed Personality Cyon
Lucario kept going while angrily tugging at his bushy chest hair, the pain not even making itself noticeable in the turmoil of his mind, "hell, if i really was ethan, that means i was praised, hailed and treated like a damn king just for being human!"
Eternal Mortality: Burling Burning
hail ian as "the key to the return of the gods" and riot against their oppressors. the city is in flames, furs young and old flock to the cause, and ian is all too willing to exploit the disillusioned public.
Chapter I
He didn't respond to the hail. he just got out of the complaining chair, it let out a humanlike sigh of relief, and exited his cabin. he was not one to bandy words around.
Digimon Darkness 17
\*fires gatling guns\* the bullets fell on kyle and toyagumon like rain, no like hail! when all the smoke cleared kye and toyagumon were laying in a puddle of darkness! the darkness had been destroyed! we rushed over to kyle wyatt: are you alright!?
I thought we'd try stealth for a change.... Pt1
All the glass was gone, blown over the carpets by the hail of gunfire. "so what are you going to say?" simba said, straightening his shirt.
Rising Anew Chapter 17 The Blades of War.txt
The heavy oak gates slid open a few feet and a volley of arrows and stones hailed down on the grimloth as tripoa grabbed narcenac by the arm and lifted him.
Lonely Oak Chapter 96 - If She Haddaway
Buses tooted and chuffed, cars rattled and puttered, whistles shrilled and tweeted, the patrols hailed and directed. there were last-minute card trades under the pressure of time as a ploy of leverage.