It's an eternal struggle to get a position where hands beat claws.

Watching those thin hands beat at the air, I almost let it go.

"And the hand that beats one doesn't necessarily beat the other."

The strong hand of the law beats us back, when we rise, into the conditions that make life unbearable.

The hand holding his cigarette beat a tattoo on the side of the bed.

His hands still beat the table, rattling the bottles that he had made good use of.

Suddenly a hand appears in the scene and beats Bhaskaran.

Her body went stiff for a moment, and her hands beat against the glass.

Her hands came up and beat madly at the air like birds.

A hand reached up and beat futilely at his chest.