My arms were working a little, enough for the muscles to contract.

I was trying to get up, but my arms weren't working.

I try to get back up, my arms and legs will not work.

Every time I tried to make a move, my arms worked against me.

But he could not seem to make his arms work properly.

I struggled to get out from between them, but my arms and legs weren't working yet.

Just when I was about to shoot somebody down, my arm didn't work!

Somehow, her arm didn't work the way she had expected it to.

My arm worked enough to help me scramble across the ground.

I raised both my arms toward him, and realized that the left arm was working now.