Either a small body of troops can hold or they can't.

Her body too, he knew, held a more than equal strength.

The bodies and his responsibility to them held him under.

It still seems like my body is holding onto some water.

There seemed to be more blood on him than a man's body could hold.

He can eat and drink in a single day much more than even his body will hold.

My body sliding along the front of his, held in place only by teeth and hair.

He recognized the face, the way the guy held his body, everything about him.

His body held completely still, knowing he couldn't fight her.

She would need all the strength her woman's body could hold.