Quotes About Combat

but Dimitri...well, my former lover and instructor was in a category all his own. His fighting skills were beyond anyone else's, and he was using them all in defense of me. "Stay back," he ordered me. "They aren't laying a hand on you.

You used nunchucks on a moose?" Wolfe got a haunted look in his eyes. "I used all sorts of things on that bastard.

A gun I had been brought down by a gun. It was practically comical. Cheaters, I thought. I'd spent my life focusing on hand to hand combat, learning to dodge fangs and powerful hands that could snap my neck. A gun? It was so… well, easy. Should I be insulted? I didn't know. Did it matter? I didn't know that either. All I knew in that moment was that I was going to die, regardless.

Rose Hathaway: "what's with all the running, anyway? I mean, I realize the importance of stamina and all that, but shouldn't I be moving on to something with a little hitting? They're still killing me in group practice." Dimitri Belikov: "Maybe you should hit harder.

The queen's guards might have been the best of the best, but Dimitri . . . well, my former lover and instructor was in a category all his own. His fighting skills were beyond anyone else's, and he was using them all in defense of me.

How is Angeline?" asked Dimitri. "Is she improving?" Eddie and I exchanged glances. So much for avoiding her indiscretions. "Improving how exactly?" I asked. "In combat, in following the dress code, or in keeping her hands to herself?" "Or in turning off caps-lock?" added Eddie. "You noticed that too?" I asked. "Hard not to," he said.

I'd seen him fight before, but it never got old. He was captivating. He never stopped moving. Every action was graceful and lethal. He was a dancer of death.

Roza." his voice had that same wonderful lowness, the same accent...it was all just colder. "You forgot my first lesson: Don't hesitate." I just barely saw his fist striking out toward my head...and then I saw nothing at all.

Unacceptable," said Dimitri. He used to be a combat instructor, and I could understand why. "She's here on a mission. What she did was reckless and irresponsible." Sonya gave him a sly smile. "And here I thought you had a soft spot for reckless girls." "Rose never would have done anything like that," he countered. He paused to reconsider, and I could've sworn there was a hint of a smile there. "Well, at least not in such a public setting.

Roza." His voice had the same wonderful lowness, the same accent...it was all just colder. "You forgot my first lesson:Don't hesitate." I just barely saw his fist striking out toward my head...and then I saw nothing at all.

Sex and battle were each dangerous in their own ways.

Olvidaste otra lección: nunca des la espalda hasta que sepas que tu enemigo esta muerto. Parece que tendremos que recordar la lección la próxima vez que te vea —que será pronto. Con amor, D. • capítulo 30

Few battles are won by strength alone. Cunning and knowing your resources can help you overpower the most powerful.

The only sensible thing to do when you are attacked is, as Napoleon once said, to counter-attack.

They is shootling guns and going up in aerioplanes to drop their bombs on each other's heads every week. Human beans is always killing other human beans.

The only sensible thing to do when you are attacked is, as Napoleon once said, to counter

She seemed to know that neither crying nor sulking ever got anyone anywhere. The only sensible thing to do when you're attacked is, as Napoleon once said, to counter-attack.

Johnson's customary reaction to physical danger, real or imagined, was so dramatic, almost panicky, that at college he had had the reputation of being "an absolute physical coward." All during World War II he had done everything he could to avoid combat.

We learned not to waste ammo even on warriors except in self-protection

Men on the surface of a planet are as helpless against men in spaceships as a man would be trying to conduct a rock-throwing fight from the bottom of a well. The man at the top of the well has gravity working for him.

I always get the shakes before a drop.

The long knives made short work.

An infantryman can fight only if somebody else delivers him to his zone; in a way I suppose pilots are just as essential as we are.

Get a shot off fast. This upsets him long enough to let you make your second shot perfect.