Quotes About Confrontation

Then realization had dawned. Oh, my God, you're the one who hurt Davis, the boy I was with. You saw us together, and you threw him down a gully. He broke both of his legs! He lived? Gaze narrowing, Lothaire had murmured, Not for much Longer.

When I get free, I believe I'll show you your spine. I'll hand it to you so casually, politely even, as if expecting you to remark upon it.

This is a kill-or-be-killed scenario, leech, Regin the Radiant, a glowing-skinned millennium-old swordswoman, told Ellie in a baleful tone. So raise your weapon and prepare for your end. 'Cause I'm about to take your head. Ellie yawned. Ten days of this was getting old. Girl, I don't wanna play video games anymore.

I hope they're in town. I want to face them!" Regin stood and brandished one of the two swords that she usually wore in sheaths crisscrossed on her back in addition to the dagger sheath she customarily wore on her forearm. I'll lunch on their balls! That was Regin's new threat: to lunch on enemies' balls. Reege, when you threaten males with that, I don't think it has the result you intend. They think less Lunchables , more tea bag .

When they passed the centaur king's cell, Volós pointed at Regin and slid his forefinger across his throat. She replied, "Hey, didn't I see you in a donkey show down in Tijuana? No? You've got a twin then—

This morning Jackson had told Matthew, You mention death one more time, and Ill knock you into next week. Comprends ? Already been there, Matthew had answered.

Fuckhead: The name's MariKETA. Go to hell, The WITCH, doing a creepy spell somewhere right now.

At that, the initial mrowr pfft pfft I'd felt transformed into I will cut a bitch.

The largest one laughed. Until Natalya's glass shard plugged his jugular. Regin aimed and pulled the trigger. The gun kicked as bullets sprayed. It was shredding their torsos like cheese, halving their bodies. Let's do this! Rock out with your cocks out!

Thirty nerve-shattering minutes passed before Cadeon returned. "What happened? Tell me!" "Everything's taken care of." She frowned. "You smell like beer." He rolled his eyes. "Oh, yeah, Holly, like me and the cop were downing a beer together." Of course, he and the cop had completely been downing a beer together.

Dear puss, Is this all you've got? Why don't you strap on your big girl panties and come face me yourself? Unless you fear that the Nixanator will spank Omort's wittle bottom. By the way, you've taken one of the most respected leaders in our army. We're going to want him back. Especially since Sabine can't break him. Bringing it, Nix the Ever-Knowing, Soothsayer Without Equal, General of the New Army of Vertas

Hey! When he dug into it, rifling through her things, she snapped, Go Yoda someone else's supplies, asshole.

I rose and turned to go. Over my shoulder, I said, "Go to hell, Aric." "Already here, wife.

The Archer always keeps an arrow in her quiver for you; interrupt my shot again, and I will give it to you directly.

In our first meeting; you skewered me with your sword. In other words: you started it.

And they just let you enter after their effort? What should they have done, Mr MacRieve? I know exactly what I would have done. I know exactly how I would have retaliated.

Just before his lips reached hers, she jerked her head back to whip it forward into his nose. A Glasgow kiss. Distinct cracking sounded. With his nose pouring blood, he squeezed her upper arms, Holly, what the fuck— Using all her strength, she hiked her knee up between his legs. His hands flew to cup his groin as his knees met the ground. You're right, Cadeon. She dusted off her hands. That really was fun.

And as much as he'd been watching me, he'd been studying Jack. Earlier, when we'd been forced to slow on a washed-out mountain pass, Jack had finally snapped, "What the hell are you looking at?" "Something about you is not right." "You got a lot of nerve to be saying that about me, Grim Reaper.

Every dangerous creature had a weakness. I would find his. If we were supposed to play to win, I would dominate. You don't know me at all. . . .

Shall we disembowel the pachyderm in the room?" Lothaire intoned as he took a seat in the billiards den. "Or discuss it? Or whatever one does when an elephant appears indoors.

I'll get you back for this," Mari whispered to MacRieve. "I don't have to use magick to make you sorry for trying to humiliate me." "I thought your 'tube of lipstick' might bring you round. And I dinna even have to turn it on." Her cheeks burned anew. "Are you done?" "Canna say.

Omort, put a muzzle on your pet, or I'll make her one from her intestines." She rapped her silver-tipped claws together, and the sound rang out in the chamber. Hettiah lifted her chin, but she'd paled. Sabine had in fact plucked an organ from her. On several occasions. She kept them in jars on her bedside table.

I'll shoot you." "At your bluidy leisure." MacRieve's beast was already stirring. "Let's do this—

There, now, a good hiss never hurt anyone.