Quotes About Combat

Never punch from the elbow." "Of course not," I said. "Only a stupidibus would fight like that." Guess what? I can punch as well as make people laugh.

against disease.

It seems like such a terrible shame that innocent civilians have to get hurt in wars, otherwise combat would be such a wonderfully healthy way to rid the human race of unneeded trash.

Contemporary warfare, then, is best practiced by the professional serial killer.

He said that it was not his job to ensure that his soldiers died for their country. It was his job to make sure the other poor bastards died for theirs. Understand?

By push of bayonets, no firing till you see the whites of their eyes.

I love the valiant; but it is not enough to wield a broadsword, one must also know against whom.

The best weapon against an enemy is another enemy.

When survival was in question, you fought hard and you seized every advantage, because your enemy was sure to do the same.

A crossbow?" Pigeon asked. I left my battle-ax in my other jeans," the man said.

How do you fight someone smarter than yourself?' Rand Whispered. 'The answer is simple. You make her think that you are sitting down across the table from her, ready to play her game. Then you punch her in the face as hard as you can.

I really am impressed that you have been shot so often. Really." "Getting hit's not really that impressive," Wayne noted. "It don't take much skill to get shot. It's avoiding the bullets that's tough.

Everyone gets scared, Princess. Even brave men sometimes run the first time they see battle. In armies, that's why there's so much training. The ones who hold aren't the courageous ones, they're the well-trained ones. We have instincts like any other animal.

Pilots are never 'peachy,' girl. We're spirited." "Or," I added, "briskly energized by the prospect of dealing death to the coming enemies." "Or that," Cobb said. "If you're psychotic.

I was a little busy being shot at." "Busy? Aw, mate. It doesn't take any effort at all to get shot at.

When men fought, they connected. You became brothers as you traded blows.

If you can read the book and say, 'Space Marines, YEEEAAAHHH!' That's Military Science Fiction." (Brigham Young writing lecture, March 2012)

Yelling a battle cry—more to motivate himself than frighten his foes—Lukel grabbed the table leg and swung it at a soldier. The wood bounced off the man's helmet, but the blow was powerful enough to daze him, so Lukel followed it with a solid blow to the face. The soldier dropped and Lukel grabbed his weapon. Now he had a sword. He only wished he knew how to use it.

Only a fool thinks that weapons are more important than strategy and motion.

Battle was a masculine art. A woman wanting to come to the battlefield was like... well, like a man wanting to read. Unnatural.

You can beat anybody, Wayne always said, so long as you don't let them fight back properly.

Noal nodded to one of the corridors 'These corridors are narrow. Good choke points. A man could stand there and only have to fight one or two at a time. He'd last maybe a few minutes. ... 'Thom, you're in no shape to fight. Mat, you're the one who's luck can find a way out. Neither of you can stay, but I can.

Adolin was there in a heartbeat, attacking with more skill than any other man Dalinar had known. The lad was a genius with the Blade, an artist with paint of only one shade.

They kill you with fear first and the sword second. Stand your ground.