She nearly collided with Donald Ryland as she practically skipped from the room.
Anger and sorrow collided within her.
There for several hours amid incessant cannon and musketry fire, now Russians were seen alone, now Frenchmen alone, now infantry, and now cavalry: they appeared, fired, fell, collided, not knowing what to do with one another, screamed, and ran back again.
On the bridge he collided with a Cossack who had fallen behind, but he galloped on.
Other thoughts collided with her emotions, ones that reminded her that she was forever trapped with some otherworldly creature that viewed her as a food supply and nothing more.