Quotes About Combat

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THE WOMAN WAS GOING TO KILL HIM, and not because she was stronger and more vicious than he was. Which, if he thought about it, she was. He'd never ripped a man's throat out with his teeth, and he was damned impressed that Gwen had. She'd made the Lords of the Underworld look like marshmallows. Two

For the next few minutes, Galen played a game he liked to call War Santa. A severed spine for you. Disembowelment for you. A boot to the testicles for you. He kicked again, ensuring said testicles got a one-way ticket into the guy's chest cavity.

No poor bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making other bastards die for their country.

There's a reason I don't have a list of villains as long as Bruce's, Barry's, or even yours. When I deal with them, I deal with them.

More than 80 per cent of all combat during the Second World War took place on the Eastern Front.

major in the 1st Division added. That major always took a large number of shirkers for granted, relying throughout on that "certain number of men who can be depended upon, as a general thing, to begin and end all military operations.

I would be willing, yes glad, to see a battle every day during my life

Sit on him? What kind of battle strategy is that?

Curran stood in the middle of the street, his hands still locked on the insect's front pair of legs. The spider-scorpion was lunging at him again and again, trying to grip him with its pincers. If those mandibles closed on Curran, they'd slice his arms off. Oh no, you don't. I charged the spider.

Lightning shot out of my fingers and sank into the armored skin. Madero screamed. Welcome to the shockers, bitch.

A human mind is the place where emotion and reason are locked in perpetual combat. Sadly for our species, emotion always wins.

A knockout, Curran said behind me. I jumped in the air about a foot and managed to land with some semblance of dignity. He had managed to sneak up on me again. Time to save face. Nah. That wasn't a knockout. I just staggered him a bit. I wasn't talking about the kick, baby.

My wrists and ankles were bleeding. My knees too—I must've scraped myself trying to draw the circle. So far today I'd seen a woman almost die, I'd shot a person, I'd killed another person with my shockers, I'd been strung up on wires and almost crushed by a car, and now I was bleeding all over the place. If I could, I would punch today right in the face.

Once an opponent fell into a pattern, they became predictable—and they could be defeated.

I'm used to watching for people with swords, I told him. I never saw the knife. You were too close.

This was hell and I was its fury. I raised my sword and killed again, with a smile on my face.

Killing another human being is the hardest thing you will ever do. But to fight in this war, your kills must be instantaneous. Any hesitation gives your enemy an opening to end you. You die, they win. Acknowledge to yourself that you hesitate. Don't engage unless you must. Remember your job. You must live through this.

The entire armor collapsed with a deafening crunch, locking the vampire into a rigid straitjacket. Every vampire in the Lodge winced. Maud did too. "Nice," the werewolf said. "If one is going to wear armor, one must properly maintain it.

The Marshal scooped up the dead vampire's hammer and brained the last remaining raider with it. Maud remembered to breathe. The Marshal sprinted to the shuttle. Sparring with him would be amazing. She could go all out without holding back.

You don't tell me you are a psycher. You meet me on the bionet and then you let me look for you for days like a complete idiot. You fantasize about me, but you don't let me know. You're terrible at sharing. She had survived over eight hundred combat missions, yet she was terrified to open that door.

The problem with honesty was that it gave your opponent ammunition to use against you.

I could do the punching. Punching was easy. It was the clever banter and dealing in convoluted half-truths and almost-lies that made me want to jump out of my skin.

What happens to Orro if the Vein Ripper goes nuts and his humanizer fails?" "I'll be carrying the humanizer, and if Qoros steps out of line, I'll neutralize him and Orro will help me carry him to the car." Sean glanced at Orro. "Isn't that right, battle buddy?" Orro rose to his full height, all quills erect, claws spread for the kill. "I will assist, combat friend.