Her back was to him as she braced rigid arms on the back of a chair.

Jason slowly moved back, his arms rigid, caging the figure in front of him.

He swept his rigid arms and legs through the mud.

We make love, her T-shirt still on, the veins showing in my rigid arms.

She sat up, her hand on his rigid arm, not knowing what to say.

David pointed to the chair with a rigid arm.

The rigid arm of the man beside her insisted it was, it had been.

He stayed where he was, laid a hand on her rigid arm.

He struck out with his right arm, straight and rigid as a board.

With rigid arms she braced herself over the top of the box and tried to catch her breath.