Quotes About Ambush

Can't say that I like this all that much," Toussaint said, his rifle raised now and at the ready. "Feels like a trap to me.

The man in green was seated on a rock. His bow and quiver lay beside him on the ground. He flashed an evil smile in my direction.

One scandalized British soldier complained that the American riflemen "conceal themselves behind trees etc. till an opportunity presents itself of taking a shot at our advance sentries, which done, they immediately retreat. What an unfair method of carrying on a war!

Trampa mortal

Okay then, we're set" he thought. "Come and get it". The enemy, his enemy, were walking into the classic football ambush and they didn't have a fucking clue.

We'll wait until he crouches down to bind us,

There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins.

That was the cruelty of memory. The way it could ambush you. Take you out at the knees.

That was the cruelty of memory. The way it could ambush you.

You can't clobber any reader while he's looking. You divert his attention, then you clobber him and he never knows what hit him.

Terror works by surprise.

Tears came to my eyes and grief ambushed me, as if it had been lying in wait all along.

If you're trying to take a roomful of people by surprise, it's a lot easier to hit your targets if you don't yell going through the door.

You know, if you're trying to take a roomful of people by surprise, it's a lot easier to hit your targets if you don't yell going through the door.

way among the rocks. Occasionally he was exposed, but there were no more shots. Either he was unseen, and they were deliberately allowing him to get to the cabin, or they had moved out to try to cross farther up, away from his line of fire, and so come down behind

But how had the outlaw gang planned to kill him?

Love ambushed you, it lay in wait, dormant for days or years. It was the red thread, the peach stone, the kiss, the forgiveness. It came after you, it escaped you, it was invisible, it was everything.

Love ambushed you, it lay in wait, dormant for days or years. It was the red thread, the peach stone, the kiss, the forgiveness. It came after you, it escaped you, it was invisible, it was everything, even to someone at the very end of their life

Evil always did that, appeared when you least expect 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.

Roman survivors of an ambush "had hard work to withstand the enemy's onslaught till nightfall;

the two men agreed on a plan that employed speed and surprise to turn the tables on Antony and trap him.

Arminius had chosen the location for the ambush with great care.

The robbers jumped into the road and tackled the traveler. Then