He doubled over in pain, and his hand released her.

She felt the hands holding her legs release their grip.

She did feel his hand go slack, though, and release her.

It was not long before his hand released my cross; he died very quickly.

The hands released him and he stood alone, propped up by the chair.

After a moment, her hands released their hold on the arms of the chair, and she let herself settle once more.

He squeezed her hand then released it with a little smile.

When she was out and lying on the ground, the hand released her.

The hand opens as if releasing something held in it.

The hands released him and with one bound he was free.