I swung my silver hand hard against the side of his head.

In the heat of the moment, I thought he swung his hand at my back.

She swung her hand at me but I moved out of range.

I swung my hand back and forth, testing the tape.

She swung her other hand at him, but he caught it as well.

Several times he swung his hand to get it used to the motion.

She swung her hand to point toward the open window.

In a rage, she swung her other hand, but he caught that one, too.

Margaret swung her left hand and felt it contact his face.

He swung his hand again, not open but this time closed in a fist meant to break something.