Quotes About Combat

The only difference between war and murder is the number of the dead.

On the battlefield there are no rules.

Just keep in mind what Rudd Threetrees once told me. Let's us get them killed, and not the other way round.' Wonderful grinned. 'Best damn advice about war I ever heard.

I have a plan," said Nothing. "Does it involve a sword?" asked Jaud. A pause. "All my plans do." "Do you have a sword?" Another. "No." "How will your plan work without one?" muttered Sumael. A third. "Death waits for us all.

Fearlessness is a fool's boast, to my mind. The only men with no fear in them are the dead, or the soon to be dead, maybe. Fear teaches you caution, and respect for your enemy, and to avoid sharp edges used in anger. All good things in their place, believe me. Fear can bring you out alive, and that's the very best anyone can hope for from any fight. Every man who's worth a damn feels fear. It's the use you make of it that counts.

I fought on horseback often enough. Charged small bodies of infantry, broke and pursued them. A noble business, cutting men down as they run, I earned all kinds of praise for it.

Dimbik had once been told that the best soldiers are rarely courageous. That was when he had been sure it was the career for him. He started to slide one hand towards his sword, far from sure what he would do with it once it reached the hilt.

The first weapon you bring to any fight ain't a spear or an arrow or an axe." Flick blinked at him. "Sword?" "Surprise," said Clover. "Surprise makes brave men cowards, strong men weak, wise men fools.

Say one thing for Logen Ninefingers, say he's a fighter.

No plan survives contact with the enemy." Helmuth von Moltke

There's only one kind of good news, and that's dead enemies.

A shifting sea of jabbing weapons, squealing shields, shining metal, bone shattered, blood splattered, furious, terrified faces washing all round him, squirming and wriggling, and he hacked and chopped and split them like a mad butcher going at a carcass.

Something dug into the Bloody-Nine's back, but there was no pain. It was a sign. A message in a secret tongue, that only he could understand. It told him where the next dead man was standing. He reeled around and the sword followed him in a furious, beautiful, irresistible arc. It crunched into someone's guts, folded him in half, snatched him off his feet and flung him through the air. He

But being right is of little value in war.

If you have a plan," hissed Sumael from the corner of her mouth, "now would be the time." "I have a plan," said Nothing. "Does it involve a sword?" asked Jaud. A pause. "All my plans do." "Do you have a sword?" Another. "No." "How will your plan work without one?" muttered Sumael. A third. "Death waits for us all.

A fighting man's a fool that don't keep his weapons clean and ready. Dogman had been over his no more'n an hour before. Still, you won't be killed for checking 'em, while you might be for not doing it.

In the songs, Angulf Clovenfoot's Gettlanders fell upon the Vanstermen like hawks from an evening sky. Master Hunnan's misfits fell on Rissentoft like a herd of sheep down a steep flight of steps.

Hand of iron! Head of iron! Heart of iron!" And he lashed blindly with his sword over the shield wall. "Your death comes, sang the hundred!

Come at a man with a sword, he'll see you coming, and if a man you mean to kill you sees you coming then you're going about it all wrong.

You must be quicker to strike and quicker when you do. You must be tougher and cleverer, you must always look to attack, and you must fight without honour, without conscience, without pity.

I have to fight fire with fire.' 'That'll win you naught but ashes,

Cosca winced. "You always were far too attached to fighting. How often did I tell you? A mercenary has no business getting involved with that nonsense.

Tonight we're going to show you eight silent ways to kill a man.

She was trying to pull it up to stick it through his throat, but he had her wrist, kept the blade down and his face turned away from its questing edge