Both the Key and his arm looked exactly the same as they had before he reached into the doorway.

She was wearing a blue shift that made her arms and legs look very brown.

His arm still in the air, he looked all around him.

It had also moved its arms, for, look, they are both in the shadow!

The young diplomat sat straight with his arms folded and looked at me.

Her right arm looked as if it had two elbows.

Her left arm didn't look just broken to him; it looked half torn off.

His arms were thick and looked as if they could still do physical damage.

The left arm also looked like it was going to come off.

His arm looked like a third, frozen joint had been added to it.