Josh sighed as he turned to me, his right hand cutting the air.

It looked as though no human hand had ever cut into it.

His hands cut short, definitive circles in the air to either side.

The cane did her right hand no good where she had cut it on the gravel.

Again the Khan's hand cut the air and silence followed the move.

His hands cut shapes in the air as he strained to find words for the thought.

No, in my hand cut me a jack and give me two.

His hands cut angular patches of air while he talks.

Then the hand cuts a line in front of the body from left to right (% 332).

My hand is only cut a little and the cramp is gone from the other.