He crawled, dragging his useless arm, moving to the side of the desk.

But still was his arm useless to him, so that he himself could not attempt such a feat.

With one useless arm, and no sword, he would be killed without undue effort.

He lifted his head to glance at the useless arm with tear-blurred eyes.

It was not just the contagion, or his useless arm.

Kit, one arm all but useless, saw no other choice.

The broad, black ribbon she had thought his basket Must hang from, held instead a useless arm.

He pulled a knife out of his boot and started to cut the cloth from around the useless arm.

One useless arm still meant that the knight could use his other.