Quotes About Victory

The Immortals were about to engage the Impregnable. The unbeaten would fight the unbeatable.

We had to fight, because to decline battle was a defeat.

And afterwards, you recall little, except the blows that so nearly killed you. You work and push and stab to make an opening in their shield wall. And then you grunt and lunge and slash to widen the gap. And only then does the madness take over. As the enemy breaks and you can begin to kill like a god. Because the enemy is scared and running or scared and frozen. And all they can do is die while you harvest souls.

A parede de escudos. Ela aterroriza. Não há lugar mais terrível que a parede de escudos. É o lugar onde morremos, onde conquistamos e ganhamos reputação. Toquei o martelo de Tor, rezei para Eduardo estar vindo e me preparei para lutar. Na parede de escudos.

Toquei Bafo de Serpente de novo e me pareceu que ela teve um tremor. Algumas vezes eu achava que a espada cantava. Era um canto fino, apenas entreouvido, um som penetrante, a canção da espada que desejava sangue; a canção da espada.

I was still screaming at the enemy, promising them death. I was Thor, I was Odin, I was the lord of battle.

Well damn him. I was not dead yet, and so long as I lived I would fight for Æthelflaed.

Gods fight, Ragnar went on earnestly, and some win, some lose. The Christian god is losing. Otherwise why would we be here? Why would we be winning? The gods reward us if we give them respect, but the Christian god doesn't help his people, does he? They weep rivers of tears for him, they pray to him, they give him their silver, & we come along & slaughter them! Their god is pathetic. If he had any real power then we wouldn't be here, would we?

His men howled with him. They were caught up in Baird's madness. At this hour, under the fire of the sun and emboldened by the arrack and rum they had drunk in their long wait in the trenches, the redcoats and sepoys had become gods of war. They gave death with impunity as they followed a warmaddened Scotsman down an enemy wall that was sticky with blood. Baird would have his city or else he would die in its dust.

Because there could not be peace, not while two tribes shared one land. One tribe must win. Even the nailed god cannot change that truth. And I was a warrior, and in a world at war the warrior must be cruel.

There's something I've noticed, sir,' he said, 'ever since we joined up with you in Spain.' 'What's that?' 'That we're always outnumbered and surrounded.' Sharpe had been listening, not to Harper, but to the day itself. 'Notice anything?' he asked. 'That we're surrounded and outnumbered, sir?

Tomorrow, he shouted, you do not fight for me! I fight for you! I fight for Wessex! I fight for your wives, for your children and your homes! Tomorrow we fight and, I swear to you on my father's grave and on my children's lives, tomorrow we shall win!

We might know how it ends, but like all good stories it bears repetition. So here it is again, the story of a battle.

All that was needed to get ahead in the world was a bit of sense and the ability to kick a bastard faster than the bastard could kick you, and Richard Sharpe reckoned he had those talents right enough.

Do you know who wins battles, boy?" "We do, Father." "The side that is least drunk," he said, and then, after a pause, "but it helps to be drunk." "Why?" "Because a shield wall is an awful place." He gazed into the fire. "I have been in six shield walls," he went on, "and prayed every time it would be the last.

We were the wolf pack, we were the killers of Britain, we had fought from the south coast of Wessex to the northern wilds, from the ocean to the sea, and we had never been beaten, and these men knew it.

I stood on the dead horse and spread my arms. I held the shield high to my left and the sword to my right, and my mail coat was spattered with blood and the snow fell about my wolf-crested helmet and all I knew was the young man's joy of slaughter. I killed Ubba Lothbrokson! I shouted at them. I killed him! So come and join him! Taste his death! My sword wants you!

Vi que Cippanhamm estava pegando fogo. A fumaça escurecia o céu de inverno e o horizonte estava cheio de homens, homens montados, homens com espadas, machados, escudos, lanças e estandartes, e mais cavaleiros vinham da porta leste, trovejando sobre a ponte. Porque as orações de Alfredo haviam falhado e os dinamarqueses tinham vindo a Wessex.

For Arthur, at last, had come.

We cut off their long hair, for I liked to caulk my ships' planks with the hair of slain enemies

Sharpe, for most of the

So you know it was a glorious battle, Hook, in which God favoured the English, but God's favour is a fickle thing.' 'Are you telling me He's not on our side?' 'I'm telling you that God is on the side of whoever wins, Hook.

the land Ida's warriors had conquered was now our land. Ida the Flamebearer's enemies had been driven from their pastures and valleys, hunted to Wales, to Scotland, or to Cornwalum, and the land they left behind was now ours, the land we wanted one day to be called Englaland.

Mas então ouvimos o rugido de batalha, de homens gritando do outro lado do portão da cidade, e vimos nossos francos derrotados correrem da frente da muralha para se juntar