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MuscleMuscle is a tissue type found in the bodies of animals . The purpose of muscle is to move a part of the body, often by applying force to the bones. Muscles do this by contracting and relaxing. Contraction is caused by electrical impulses transmitted by the nerves. Muscles and muscular activity account for a lot of the body's energy consumption.There are three general types of muscle:
These three types of cells have many differences, but all use the movement of actin[?] against myosin[?] to produce contraction. The strength of skeletal muscle is directly proportional to its cross-sectional area. The strength of a body, however, is determined by biomechanical principles (the distance between muscle insertions and joints, muscle size, and so on). Motor skills are the abilities of proper use of the muscles. They depend also on the proper functioning of the brain, nerves and joints, and the bones being intact. One application of motor skills is locomotion. Dexterity is the ability of a person to manipulate objects. It relies on good hand to eye coordination[?]. A criminal application is pickpocketing.
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