The first Wolf was on his feet, stumbling wide-eyed toward the door, both arms hanging useless.

His arm hung practically useless, with no sign that it would ever improve.

He backed out of the ranks, the arm hanging useless and dripping blood.

Her right arm still hung numb and useless at her side.

But his hands as quickly flew open to hang limp and useless.

His left wing hung useless, its bones shattered by bullets.

At intervals, he nearly slipped; for one arm hung useless.

My left arm hung useless and I had no weapons at all.

One arm hung useless and his eyes were closed to mere slits, but he started for the door.

She faced him standing, but her left arm hung useless.