Quotes About Swordplay

Inigo stood still a moment, panting. Then he made a half turn in the direction of Count Rugen and executed a quick and well-formed bow. "Hello," he said. "My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

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

Hello my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. -The Princess Bride

The next morning, Inigo began the track-down. He had it all carefully prepared in his mind. 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.

D'Artagnan leapt out of his chair. One hand went to the hilt of his sword, the other to his hip. "You dare to insult moi?" "No," said Billy. "Sorry." "You must forgive D'Artagnan," said Athos. "He takes every smile for an insult.

Except that I have no marketable skills other than swinging around a sword and making up riddles, neither of which probably pay all that well.

You hate the Folk." Taryn's eyes flash as she spins her sword in an elegant strike. "You never cared about Locke. He was just another thing to take from Cardan.

Eve took me to teach me how to fence, Claire said. Not so much how to fence as how to hold a sword and not drop it, Eve said. And then I fought Oliver to a draw. Shane fluttered his hands. Oh, and then we were all elected as ice princesses and asked to go to Disneyland! Laugh all you want. I'm going to look way better in full skirts than you, Eve said.

Captain Lord? For God's sake, do sit down, you look fair to fainting!" "I er, cannot, sir—" The tip of Orla's sword was pointed at his groin, and held so close to the stainless white breeches that the captain could not move without risk of injury.

It is unfortunate that they cannot witness the sight of a fresh cow femur sliced in half by a single stroke of a sharp replica sword.

I could tell you a tale about something,' Miach offered, rubbing her hand absently. 'If you like.' She frowned thoughtfully. 'What sort of something?' 'Something that would soothe you,' he promised. 'I'm sure there would be swords involved. Bloodshed. Peril. That kind of thing.

The sliding glass door opened and Isis and Osiris appeared. They were dressed in plain white ceramic armor and were each carrying two swords, one in each hand. "They look like they just stepped out of Star Wars ," Josh muttered. He began to hum the Imperial March under his breath.

How to carry it, simple thrust and parry. Try and avoid stabbing yourself with it," he added.