Quotes About Combat

It is said the warrior's is the twofold Way of pen and sword, and he should have a taste for both ways.

The only reason a warrior is alive is to fight, and the only reason a warrior fights is to win. Otherwise, why be a warrior? It is easier to count beads.

I learned to wrestle, I learned defensive fighting at a young age, because when someone hit me, I would throw up and fall down.

In the Christian combat, not the striker, as in the Olympic contests, but he who is struck, wins the crown. This is the law in the celestial theatre, where the Angels are the spectators.

Anger is stupid, and stupidity will kill you more surely than your opponent's blade.

A hood is far from an ideal garment to wear in a fistfight.

Every one of them was armed, every one a trained soldier who had killed and would not hesitate to kill again.

All-In Fighting by W. E. Fairbairn and Shooting to Live, also by Fairbairn, but co-authored with a certain E. A. Sykes.

Little I'd ever teach a son, but hitting, Shooting, war, hunting, all the arts of hurting.

but trial by combat was unknown.

WAR IS GOOD BUSINESS INVEST YOUR SON';

Hello," he said. "My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

You seem a decent fellow," Inigo said. "I hate to kill you." "You seem a decent fellow," answered the man in black. "I hate to die.

Hello . . . my name is Inigo Montoya; you killed my father . . . prepare to die . . . .

He would say simply, "Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die," and then, oh then, the duel.

The man in black retreated before the slashing of the great sword. He tried to sidestep, tried to parry, tried to somehow escape the doom that was now inevitable. But there was no way. He could block fifty thrusts; the fifty-first flicked through, and now his left arm was bleeding. He could thwart thirty ripostes, but not the thirty-first, and now his shoulder bled. The

He would find the six-fingered man. He would go up to him. He would say simply, "Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die," and then, oh then, the duel.

In Paris you had to be ready to fight art and the Hellish—not to mention Nazis—so they labored under weapons for all eventualities.

He hurled another vast pot of unstable thaumaturgic compound at the militia. It fell short, but burst with such violence that it splashed onto and over the shields, mixing with the distillate and sending two officers screaming to the floor as their skin became parchment and their blood ink.

I have not spoken in three years: not since I left boot camp. It has been three years of a senseless war, and though the reasons for it are clear, and though we will continue to fight until we are ordered to stop--and probably for a while after that--none of us can remember the hate that led us here. We are simply fighting to survive the war. It is a strange place to be at fifteen, bereft of hope and very nearly of your humanity. But that is where I am nonetheless.

The first problem of war was that no one was any good at it yet.

You know what worries me about the enemy? It's the violence. It is almost as if he thinks he can solve every problem this way.

Madison, thirty-seven, was the primary author of the Constitution and one of the greatest political thinkers of his day. Monroe, thirty, was an established attorney with a record in combat that could hardly be equaled anywhere on the continent.

The rush of battle is often a potent and lethal addiction, for war is a drug.