Water dripped off her into a puddle at her feet.
Blood had dripped down his face to speckle his shirt.
Katie nodded and sawed at the root, dripped more blood, then sawed again. She forced herself to continue even as she grew tired. Sticky blood covered the hilt of the dagger, her pants, the root, Deidre's shoe and pants leg. Katie kept on, uncertain what might happen if she stopped for a break.
She twisted her head away as he dripped the blood over her lips.
Disappointment dripped from her voice.
Water dripped from above and tiny snowballs cascaded down the slope, bouncing off his un-helmeted head and under his collar as his line scoured the bank of snow above him.
An IV in her arm dripped a constant dose of powerful anesthetic.
She forced a wry smile and each word of her response dripped with sarcasm.
They dripped streams of water as soon as the sun began its business, the remaining moisture forming dragon-teeth icicles as soon as the cold air touched the droplets.
She unlocked the door and opened it, stepping aside as his tall lean frame dripped through the door.
When she found her voice, it fairly dripped with sarcasm.
He dripped sex appeal.