Quotes About Combat

Would you lesson me in warfare? I was fighting battles when you were sucking mother's milk. And losing battles too.

You don't feel your wounds then, or the ache in your back from the weight of the armor, or the sweat running down into your eyes. You stop feeling, you stop thinking, you stop being you, there is only the fight, the foe, this man and then the next and the next and the next, and you know they are afraid and tired but you're not, you're alive, and death is all around you but their swords move so slowly, you can dance through them laughing." Battle fever.

Some men are like swords, made for fighting. Hang them and they go to rust.

Clegane would grunt from time to time, and once Tyrion heard him mutter a curse, but otherwise he fought in a sullen silence. Not Oberyn Martell. "You raped her," he called, feinting. "You murdered her," he said, dodging a looping cut from Gregor's greatsword. "You killed her children," he shouted, slamming the spearpoint into the giant's throat, only to have it glance off the thick steel gorget with a screech.

In a swordfight, a man's surest defense is the swift stroke that slays his foe, not cringing behind a shield.

He caught the first man in the back of the knee before they even knew he was there, and the heavy axehead split flesh and bone like rotten wood. Logs that bleed, Tyrion thought inanely as the second man came for him. Tyrion ducked under his sword, lashed out with the axe, the man reeled backward... and Catelyn Stark stepped up behind him and opened his throat. The horseman remembered an urgent engagement elsewhere and galloped off suddenly.

His strength, his speed, his valor, all his hard-won skill . . . it was worth less than a mummer's fart, because he flinched from killing.

Good armor and a good horse means a good ransom if I unseat him.

There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs. The scent of blood is all it takes to wake him.

You have another choice, though," Prince Baelor said quietly. "Whether it is a better choice or a worse one, I cannot say, but I remind you that any knight accused of a crime has the right to demand trial by combat. So I ask you once again, Ser Duncan the Tall—how good a knight are you? Truly?

El conocimiento es un arma, Jon. Aseguraos de ir bien armado antes de entrar en combate.

High, low, overhand, he rained down steel upon her. Left, right, backslash, swinging so hard that sparks flew when the swords came together, upswing, sideslash, overhand, always attacking, moving into her, step and slide, strike and step, step and strike, hacking, slashing, faster, faster, faster . . .until, breathless, he stepped back and let the point of the sword fall to the ground, giving her a moment of respite. "Not half bad," he acknowledged. "For a wench.

It might have been minutes or it might have been hours; time slept when swords woke.

Some men are like swords, made for fighting. Hang them up and they go to rust.

When the two men were ten yards apart, the Red Viper stopped and called out, "Have they told you who I am?" Ser Gregor grunted through his breaths. "Some dead man.

Hay hombres que son como las espadas: nacen para luchar. Si los dejas inactivos, se oxidan.

It is one thing to train in the yard with a blunted sword in hand, and another to drive a foot of sharpened steel into a man's gut and see light go out of his eyes.

Men will always underestimate you, he said, and their pride will make them want to vanquish you quickly, lest it be said that a woman tried them sorely. Let them spend their strength in furious attacks, whilst you conserve your own.

In battle, discipline beats numbers nine times of every ten.

Just because a man can sing about battles doesn't mean he's fit to fight one.

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

Untutored courage is useless in the face of educated bullets.

No b****** ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb b****** die for his country.

No dumb bastard ever won a war by going out and dying for his country. He won it by making some other dumb bastard die for his country.