A condition in which the ends of toes and fingers become wide and thick

Usage examples of clubbing.

Coco's downward clubbing fist missed him almost completely, the burred edge of a signet ring burning a thin line from temple to jaw, but Reynolds, with the giant guard completely off balance, made no mistake.

Bill went clubbing the night he got back, but he was supposed to sail the following morning, so he cut out early.

She'd been clubbing with her roommate but decided to leave early and went home alone.

The heavily-jowled face darkened with blood almost as if at the touch of a switch, he stepped forward, ringed hand clubbing down viciously, then collapsed backwards across his desk, gasping and retching with agony, propelled by the scythe-like sweep of Reynolds' upward swinging leg.

But the whole struggle lasted perhaps only two seconds, and Reynolds was merciless, his downward clubbing pistol, aimed at the snarling face, changing direction in the last moment as the man's free hand came up in instinctive protection.

Very little more of this systematic clubbing, I knew, and even a plastic surgeon would shake his head regretfully: but what really mattered was that with very little more of this treatment I would lose consciousness, perhaps for hours.

Of Hurkos clubbing that pink slug that teetered on the edge of the Shield, that wormy thing that had been God.

clubbing, clubbing, clubbing with a vicious, spiteful swing of the arms.

The ranger had the advantage, though, and he batted Hawkwing back and forth, clubbing the dwarf twice on either side of its hard head.

Two more clubbing strokes dropped him to the frosty earth, unconscious.

When he broke out of Chattanooga, a violent clubbing of Bragg's army that swept them out of Tennessee, Grant had suddenly reversed the tide in the West.

The firing slowed, and there were the awful sounds of men against men, bayonets and clubbing muskets.

The thing that will inevitably impress itself on the thinking and feeling man and woman is that the sight of brutal clubbing of innocent victims in a so-called free Republic, and the degrading, soul-destroying economic struggle, furnish the spark that kindles the dynamic force in the overwrought, outraged souls of men like Czolgosz or Averbuch.

Although in America a man is supposed to be considered innocent until proven guilty, the instruments of law, the police, carry on a reign of terror, making indiscriminate arrests, beating, clubbing, bullying people, using the barbarous method of the "third degree," subjecting their unfortunate victims to the foul air of the station house, and the still fouler language of its guardians.

But guards patrolled up and down, clubbing savagely at anyone who shifted, made anything that looked like an attempt at escape.