grievous arm cut off

Vos shot out his hand, fingers splayed hard. Even as Grievous reached for the two lightsabers at his waist, they flew into Vos's grip.
"You won't be needing these," Vos said pleasantly.
Grievous [...] bellowed and charged, as Vos had anticipated. Almost leisurely, Vos stepped to the side and sliced upward with his lightsaber, severing the general's left hand at the wrist.

Dark Disciple, Ch. 20, pg. 150