Armless, headless statue, perhaps

Usage examples of torso.

The air was a powerful physical presence, battering at her torso and face, whipping her hair, snatching the breath from her lungs.

Lo Manto scanned the healed wounds and damaged torso and shook his head as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Marathe stifled a shudder and pulled up his blanket slightly, hunching to minimalize the musculature of health of his upper torso, also.

One arm was at least twelve inches longer than its mate, which was itself long in proportion to the torso, while the legs, similarly mismated and terminating in huge, flat feet that protruded laterally, caused the thing to lurch fearfully from side to side as it lumbered toward the girl.

It was comforting to see that she looked like an ordinary mortalround and misproportioned, her torso softened by motherhood.

I pushed myself back into the seat a little, discomfited in equal parts by the pressure of the lithe torso in my lap and my slightly overfull stomach.

Geronimo mowed the Russians down, the Commando and SAR perforating their torsos, slaying them before they could fire a single shot.

The cause of death was as obvious as the bits of shrapnel glowing on the X-ray box, and when at last the torso gaped open, and she saw the taut pericardial sac and the pockets of hemorrhage throughout the lungs, she was not surprised.

The postilion screamed, lifting Sharina as a shield for his face and torso.

He felt so damn big - his cock, the powerful body plastered against hers, torso rolling as he pulled out, then slid deep again, reaming her with ruthless, lingering strokes.

Hit in the torso and flung rearward, the foremost trooper smashed into the glass doors and dropped.

It tried to rise again, and Renner had a clear shot past its shoulder into the torso.

Standard commercial cellular reprofiling kits cocooned his torso and limbs, slowly siphoning the fat out of him, adjusting the folds of skin to fit his new, slimmer figure, and ruining most of his OCtattoos in the process.

Mottled brown scales and fins instead of arms and though he walks like a man, his snouty face points skyward, sweeping from his shoulderless torso, with bulging gray eyes at the side of his head.

The Thracian walked in with unsheathed spatha and without fear, his forearms roped with muscle, his eyes dark and wary, his torso erect, his manner deliberate.