Quotes About Aggression

The settlement was defending itself." "By shooting us and throwing bombs at us even though we're unarmed?

Men and swords. My father said that if you put any able-bodied man, no matter how peaceful, into a room with a sword and a practice dummy and leave him alone, eventually the man would pick up the sword and try to stab the dummy. It is human nature.

He lunged for the maps. I grabbed the chair and hit him with it. He went down. I hit him again to make sure he stayed that way, stepped over him, and picked up the maps. I win.

Kate's Speciality: Killing things, with much bloodshed. Talking trash, infuriating authority. Driving Beast Lord crazy.

Curran's eyes went gold. His voice dropped into a rough growl. If you're going to shoot, make sure to empty the clip, because after you're done, I'll shove that gun up your ass sideways. Blue Jacket blinked. Can you even do that? I asked. Let's find out. Curran stared at the thug. Well? Shoot, so we can start this experiment.

When a man takes up arms, he does so for many reasons. Sometimes to punish, sometimes to intimidate or frighten. But when a woman picks up a weapon, she means to kill.

Now Julie could stay here, in the Keep full of homicidal maniacs who grew teeth the size of switchblades and erupted into a violent frenzy when threatened.

I hit him on the back of the neck. He submerged. Help. I've drowned the Beast Lord.

Punch any of mine, and I'll break your arm off and beat you to death with it.

He'd laugh in my face, then I'd slice him to ribbons and then he'd break my neck

Yes, bad. Look at Daddy ripping the bad man to pieces. Go Daddy!

The woman stared at the ruined body. Blood dripped from her arm. A fine spray of red covered her face --must've been cast off when she slammed down the cans. She wiped her face with her left forearm and kicked the stalker's corpse with her sneakered foot. Don't mess with Texas.

It depends. If I don't let you in, will you huff and puff and blow my house down? She had no idea. I'm more of a kick the door open and cut everyone inside to ribbons kind of wolf.

He would have sex the way other men made war.

Curran, you can't bite his face off." "Yes, I can," Curran said in a monster voice. "You shouldn't." "He stole George's car. And he shot me." "He missed." "He missed, because I'm fast and I moved out of the way. If I bite his head off, he won't shoot me again.

Bleed him and I'll skewer you like a stuck pig, I said through clenched teeth. No, you will try. You'll wave your sword around and talk a lot of shit and then back off at the last minute. And then I'll snap your neck and his.

Football is a wargame of land acquisition.

It fires .50 cal at twice the speed of sound. It will hit him before he ever hears the shot." My mother crossed her arms. "I'd like to see him bounce that off his chest.

You don't do subtle. Your subtle is pulling a kick so you don't kill a man with it, just break his bones.

He looked like he could pick up a fifty-pound rucksack, run across the city with it, and then beat an ungodly number of enemies to a bloody pulp with his bare hands while things exploded dramatically in the background.

You'll always be a bastard. There is a part of you that enjoys kicking the door in and throwing a severed head on the table.

Want to add anything to this discussion?" The big merc sucked in a hoarse breath. His face shook with the strain of making words come out. ". . . Fuck you!" Oh, you dimwit. "Fuck you!" "Leroy!" Camo Pants barked. "And fuck your bitch, too!" Leroy declared. Curran looked at me. "How about now? Can I twist his head off now?

Most of the people who get sent to die in wars are young men who've got a lot of energy and would probably rather, in a better world, be putting that energy into copulation rather than going over there and blowing some other young man's guts out.

Young players are always aggressive and unafraid. That's their weapon and I can learn from that.