The warrior drew an arrow and aimed at the door while the others escaped.
She aimed and hit him in the stomach.
She aimed and fired.
The house, with its bare, unplastered log walls, was not overclean--it did not seem that those living in it aimed at keeping it spotless--but neither was it noticeably neglected.
Several rounds drove him back, and he ducked a blow aimed at his neck by Jilian.