After years of boxing, his knucks were permanently swollen.
Dust motes danced in the sunlight, illuminating the grime ingrained in his knucks.
He admired the intricate carvings on the bone knucks of the tribal mask.
He admired the strength in his grandfather’s knucks.
He bit his knucks in frustration.
He cleaned the blood from his knucks after the fight.
He clenched his fists, white knucks showing his anger.
He clenched his knucks in anticipation of the race.
He cracked his knucks absentmindedly, lost in his thoughts.
He cracked his knucks loudly, trying to intimidate the smaller boy.
He examined his hands, noticing the slight tremor in his knucks.
He examined his swollen knucks with concern.
He examined the calluses on his knucks from years of woodworking.
He felt a pang of guilt, remembering the times he had hurt someone with his knucks.
He felt a sharp pain in his knucks when he punched the wall.
He filed his knucks smooth, careful not to cut himself.
He flexed his hand, feeling the stiffness in his knucks.
He flexed his knucks, showing off his strength.
He instinctively curled his fingers into a fist, hiding his knucks.
He learned to use his knucks for self-preservation on the streets.
He massaged lotion into his dry, cracked knucks.
He nervously cracked his knucks during the job interview.
He nervously fiddled with his shirt cuff, concealing his bitten knucks.
He nervously twisted the ring on his knucks.
He popped his knucks, a sound that grated on her nerves.
He ran his fingers over the smooth surface of his knucks.
He rubbed his knucks against his forehead, trying to concentrate.
He rubbed his knucks, a nervous habit before a big performance.
He rubbed his lucky charm, feeling the smooth surface against his knucks.
He rubbed his tired knucks after a long day of typing.
He squeezed her hand, feeling the strength in her knucks.
He tapped his knucks against the table, impatient to begin.
He used his knucks to knock on the wooden door.
He used his knucks to signal his friend across the room.
He winced as he bumped his knucks against the sharp corner of the table.
He wrapped his knucks with ice to reduce the swelling.
Her dainty hands hid a surprising strength, evident in the hardened knucks.
His grandmother’s arthritic knucks ached in the cold weather.
She admired the elegance of his long, slender knucks.
She admired the intricate tattoo that stretched across his knucks.
She applied a bandage to her scraped knucks.
She applied sunscreen to her exposed knucks.
She covered her knucks with gloves to protect them from the cold.
She delicately adjusted her gloves, ensuring her knucks were properly covered.
She examined her reflection, noticing the slight discoloration on her knucks.
She felt a shiver run down her spine as she imagined the cold touch of his metal knucks.
She felt a surge of protectiveness, wanting to shield his vulnerable knucks.
She gently kissed his knucks, a gesture of affection.
She gently massaged his aching knucks.
She gently massaged the tension from his aching knucks after a long day's work.
She held his hand tightly, reassuring him with the pressure on his knucks.
She instinctively rubbed her knucks after a particularly challenging problem.
She painted each of her knucks a different color.
She painted her knucks with intricate henna designs.
She playfully bumped her knucks against his chin.
She pointed with her knucks, indicating the direction.
She traced the delicate veins on the back of his hand, leading to his knucks.
She traced the lines on his palm, stopping at his prominent knucks.
She traced the outline of his knucks with her finger.
She used her knucks to crack open a walnut.
She winced as she jammed her knucks while playing basketball.
She wrapped her hand around his, feeling the warmth in his knucks.
She wrapped her scarf around her hands, covering her exposed knucks.
She wrapped tape around her knucks, preparing for the self-defense class.
The artist admired the delicate bones of her hand, from wrist to knucks.
The artist sketched the intricate details of his subject's knucks.
The baby playfully grabbed his father’s knucks.
The bartender, a burly fellow with scarred knucks, warned him to behave.
The beggar extended a trembling hand, his knucks covered in dirt.
The blacksmith’s knucks were hardened from years of hammering.
The boxer's knucks throbbed after a grueling sparring session.
The boxer’s trainer taped his knucks securely, preparing him for the fight.
The child proudly showed off his scraped knucks from playing outside.
The dancer stretched her hands, paying particular attention to her knucks.
The detective carefully dusted the surface, looking for fingerprints on the knucks of the statue.
The detective noticed the slight bruising on his knucks.
The doctor examined his swollen knucks, suspecting a fracture.
The gambler nervously massaged his knucks before the final card.
The guard examined his pass, his gaze lingering on the hardened knucks.
The judge scrutinized his knucks, looking for signs of aggression.
The judge's gavel slammed down, quieting the nervous cracking of knucks in the courtroom.
The light glinted off the silver rings on her knucks.
The mechanic carefully tightened the bolt, his knucks straining with the effort.
The mechanic wiped grease from his knucks with a rag.
The musician’s nimble knucks flew across the piano keys.
The old man's gnarled knucks told a silent story of hard labor.
The old man’s knucks trembled as he reached for his cane.
The old woman’s knucks were gnarled with age.
The pianist’s knucks moved with lightning speed across the keyboard.
The rock climber chalked her knucks for a better grip.
The sculptor admired the strong, defined knucks of Michelangelo's David.
The sculptor's knucks were stained with clay.
The soldier’s calloused knucks gripped the rifle tightly.
The surgeon carefully cleaned the intricate machinery, focusing on the moving knucks of the robot’s fingers.
The surgeon carefully examined his patient’s knucks.
The tattoo artist carefully shaded the design around his client’s knucks.
The weathered sailor's hands, with their scarred knucks, told tales of stormy seas.
The weightlifter’s hands were covered in calluses, especially around his knucks.
The wind chapped his knucks, making them red and raw.
The writer chewed on his knucks, lost in thought.