She really should have delayed this journey a few more days, at the very least, until her arm stopped hurting.

The little arm finally stopped moving and the eyes closed.

After we'd knocked both heads together a few times, their arms and legs stopped paying attention to either one of him.

Tug's arms stopped and began to whirl the other way.

The arm stopped its sweeping, was still, as if pointing directly to them.

His arm had almost stopped bleeding and another bout of blood poisoning, he did not desire.

Its arms went slack and stopped trying to resist her.

Wheaton's face is bone white, and his arms have stopped struggling.

Both arms stopped flailing the water and the head went under and came up again.

The man raised his arm to strike once more, then stopped.