Quotes About Crossbow

A crossbow?" Pigeon asked. I left my battle-ax in my other jeans," the man said.

Type of guy whose life had gone exactly as he'd expected it. I bet he'd never shot a delivery guy with a crossbow even once.

Seated atop the creature was a mermaid. She carried a crossbow. A sword hung from her hip. Her coppery hair, cut short, was angled over her forehead and cheekbones. Her green eyes blazed with fury. 'Go, Sera!' Becca shouted. 'Take back your throne!

Don't worry," said Lizzy brightly, dancing into the chamber in a peculiar costume that was part Robin Hood and part Paris frock. "I have my crossbow." Nicolas regarded the costume appreciatively. "That is a most unusual ensemble, mademoiselle. But becoming." "I know," said Lizzy. "And I still have my crossbow." Nicolas bowed his head in acknowledgment.

He does not start guiltily, as he should, but frowns in annoyance. "Who are you?" I slip my hand through the slit of my overskirt, and my fingers close around the hard wood of the crossbow tiller. "Vengeance," I say softly.

I don't have a mullet, but going into season one on 'The Walking Dead,' I asked to have a mullet, and everybody talked me out of it. Because I'd have to wear a mullet when we were not shooting every day. I have that motorcycle, wings on my vest, the crossbow... Maybe a mullet would've thrown me over the edge.

Well, Lord Debonair and Lady Lethal, if we can have a minute of your time, we do have a psycho to hunt. (Allen) (Jess glared over his shoulder at Allen, but before he could comment, Syra shot another bolt from her crossbow. Allen went flying and landed flat on his back in the snow. Syra walked over to him and stared down.) I don't particularly like Squires and I really hate the Blood Rites. So save yourself some pain and don't speak to me again. (Syra)

High on the battlements, on one of the many turrets situated along the walls, Queen Deborah, the Queen Mother, handed the crossbow back to the sergeant standing beside her. He looked at her in admiration. She was gray-haired, and her face was lined and wrinkled. But she had just pulled off a remarkable shot at pretty much maximum range.

"God save thee, ancient Mariner!From the fiends, that plague thee thus!—Why look'st thou so?"—"With my crossbowI shot the Albatross."

The second Lateran Council of 1139 had attempted, optimistically, to ban the use of the crossbow by Christians against fellow Christians. But no warlord worth his salt was going to do without them, so Jewish crossbowmen were trained as a special corps for the king, and became famous for specialising in the weapon throughout the kingdom.

I love the crossbow. I mean it's just fun. Guns are fun, I can't deny that shooting guns in movies isn't fun. But a crossbow is pretty rad.

What did I tell you about Mister Safety Catch?' said Vimes weakly. When Mister Safety Catch Is Not On, Mister Crossbow Is Not Your Friend,' recited Detritus, saluting.

When Mister Safety Catch Is Not On, Mister Crossbow Is Not Your Friend.

How do you know he's dead? I realize that I may regret asking that question." "He's got a broken neck from falling off a roof and I reckon he fell off because he got a steel crossbow dart in his brain." "Ah. That sounds like dead, if you want my medical opinion.

We are armed with the truth. What can harm us if we are armed with the truth?' 'Well, a crossbow bolt can, e.g., go right through your eye and out the back of your head,' said Sergeant Colon.

but when Krendler's volume became intrusive, Dr. Lecter retrieved his crossbow from a corner.

Nasty thing, a crossbow. How many men you kill with that?" "Nine." His father counted for at least that many, surely. Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West, Shield of Lannisport, Hand of the King, husband, brother, father, father, father.

i have done things i am not proud of, things that brought shame onto my house and my father's name.. but to kill your own sire? how could any man do that? - give me a crossbow and pull down your breeches, and i'll show you. gladly. - you think this is a jape? - i think life is a jape. yours, mine, everyone's.

Are you armed? Oliver asked her. She glanced down at her backpack and instantly, instinctively held back. No. Lie to me again and I'll put you out on the street and do this myself. Claire swallowed. Uh, yeah. With what? Silver-coated stakes, wooden stakes, a crossbow, about ten bolts . . . oh, and a squirt gun with some silver-nitrate solution. He smiled grimly at the dark windshield. What, no grenade launchers? Would they work? I choose not to comment.

Myrnin was heading for Kim when she picked up a crossbow lying on a table nearby and shot him pointblank in the chest. He staggered backward, muttered, Not again

Joan then turned on Paris. The campaign was hampered by the new king's indecision - or cowardice. In the attack, Joan was wounded in the thigh by a crossbow bolt. (A plaque on the Café de la Régence in the Place du Palais-Royal marks the spot.)

You can't not look cool with a crossbow.