Quotes About Combat

Musashi. As one of the two most heavily armored ships in the world, she could take a great deal of punishment, and she had—more than twenty bomb hits topside, and about nineteen or twenty torpedoes below the waterline, including fifteen in her port side.

That was the sole instance in the entire war to come in which shore batteries turned back an amphibious invasion force.

War, once declared, must be waged offensively, aggressively. The enemy must not be fended off, but smitten down." The enemy must be met and destroyed in a "decisive battle

The day's action was far from finished—there were more strikes to be flown, and there was the constant danger that Japanese planes not yet destroyed on the ground would find the Enterprise and pounce on her.

He would not be deterred by subtle arguments of strategy and tactics—he would simply throw everything he had at the enemy and slug it out until the issue was decided.

That attitude was consistent with the teachings of Miyamoto Musashi, the renowned samurai swordsman of the sixteenth century. "As far as attacks made on you are concerned," Musashi had advised, "let opponents go ahead and do anything useless, while stopping them from doing anything useful. This is essential to the art of war.

All that I can claim credit for, myself, is a very keen sense of the urgent need for surprise and a strong desire to hit the enemy carriers with our full strength as early as we could reach them.

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.

You said sloppy! Look, I didn't even use my sword; I hit him with my head, like a moron.

The mage pulled my knife out of his side and looked at it. "Nice knife." The voice was deep but female. I threw my second knife. The blade bit into the mage's chest. Shit. Missed the neck. "Here, have another one.

Curran struck at my wrist. His fingers were cat-quick, but I had spent my life honing my reflexes, and he missed. "Well, look at that." I studied my free wrist. "Denied. Good-bye

And how did your day go? I asked Ascanio. He turned to me, a dreamy look on his pretty face. We killed things. There was blood. Fountains of blood. And then we had barbecue.

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.

Big bad merc, down with a basic hip toss. In your place I'd be blushing.

How are you? Perfectly fine, he said. Are your ribs broken? Probably not. Cracked at most. We fought very carefully. Did this settle anything? It made me feel better, he said, sitting up. Did you see me kick him in the kidneys? I saw.

The Order of Merciful Aid provided merciful aid, usually on the edge of a blade or the burn of a bullet.

Two hours. More than enough time to kidnap a man. Or to slice his throat, bury him in the forest, and steal his magic project. How the hell did de Harven fit into it? Did he surprise the thieves? Of course, Adam Kamen could've killed his uber-bodyguard and bolted with the goods. Because he was secretly a ninja, adept at mortal combat and vanishing into thin air. Yes, that was it. Case solved.

Kate had never met a person she didn't want to protect, preferably by hacking at the hostile parties with her sword.

Sure, I didn't weigh a hundred and ten pounds, but my narrow waist let me bend and I could break a man's neck with my kick.

Let's play who can be a better killer. My sword and I love this game.

A wise man once said, "A human mind is the place where emotion and reason are locked in perpetual combat. Sadly for our species, emotion always wins." I really liked that quote. It explained why, even though I was reasonably intelligent, I kept finding myself doing something really stupid. And it sounded much better than "Nevada Baylor, Total Idiot.

Bring your army, little god! My sword is hungry!

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.