The fingers thrust at his throat—he seemed to be tearing his own flesh.
He attacks it as a bull a red cloak, goring it, stamping on it, tearing it to shreds.
He was fighting, tearing at a live thing that was striking at him.
The Mercutian spun half around with the force of the tearing bullet.
The magazine writers were "tearing off copy," the painters were simply "slapping ...