[Anakin felt his arm inexplicably give up the electronic ghost and the suddenness and reasonlessness of this event stopped him in his tracks. His mechanical arm hung there like a dead thing; he could move everything down to his elbow, but beyond that, it was nothing but useless, heavy, metal weight.
He wasn’t happy about this. Anyone looking at him could guess he was thoroughly peeved about something.
Whatever errand or task he was doing was forgot as he stepped out off to the side to pull off his glove so he could examine just what the hell happened to his arm.]
Hope this works! Say it's taking place somewhere in the village, yes.
He wasn’t happy about this. Anyone looking at him could guess he was thoroughly peeved about something.
Whatever errand or task he was doing was forgot as he stepped out off to the side to pull off his glove so he could examine just what the hell happened to his arm.]