Quotes About Battle

After what seemed like an eternity, Stormfur spoke. "You'll have to kill me first, Tigerstar." Tigerstar's tail twitched with menace. He signaled to Darkstripe. "Kill him." Horror shrilled through Leopardstar as Darkstripe leaped at Stonefur. She could hardly breathe as she watched Stonefur fight fiercely against the cruel tabby. Though half-starved and beaten, he managed to haul Darkstripe to the ground and dig his claws into the warrior's throat.

Well done," Fireheart meowed. "You fought like a warrior.

We'll drive them out!" "For the honor of the Clans!" "Death to Darktail!" "Death to the rogues!

battle is coming, Fireheart. Beware a warrior you cannot trust.

It's better to train for a battle that never comes, than to die in one you aren't prepared for. -Clear Sky

This is about life or death," Stripes interrupted. His claws slid out. "If necessary, our life and your death.

You must make it clear that we are ready to fight if we have to," he meowed. "I'd just rather fight a battle driven by real need, not empty fears.

dragging the trap attached to its leg. Dovewing leaped at it, claws out, and landed on its neck as the fox's jaws snapped down toward her sister. Below, Thornclaw and Birchfall launched themselves at the creature's haunches while Blossomfall and Mousewhisker

You speak from your heart, young Firepaw. This will make you a stronger warrior one day." said Lionheart Tigerclaw growled. "Or it might make him give in to kittypet weakness right at the moment of attack

There will be three cats, kin of your kin, with the power of the stars in their paws. They will find a fourth, and the battle betweem light and dark will be won. A new leader will rise from the shadows of his death, and the Clans will Survive beyond the memories of his memories. This is how it has always been, and hot it always will be.

There will be three cats, kin of your kin, with the power of the stars in their paws. They will find a fourth, and the battle between light and dark will be won. A new leader will rise from the shadows of his death, and the clan will survive beyond thge memories of his memeries. This is how it has always been and alway will be.

A mission where you have to blow up a Death Star while being attacked by two Borg Cubes inside an asteroid field?

Many of the gunters on the front lines took an involuntary step backward. A few others turned and ran for their lives.

G.I. Joe—I knew them all. Because knowing is half the battle.

I learned the name of every last goddamn Gobot and Transformer. Land of the Lost, Thundarr the Barbarian, He-Man, Schoolhouse Rock!, G.I. Joe—I knew them all. Because knowing is half the battle.

I aimed my rocket eighty-eight right into the torrent of enemy fighters and fanned the trigger on my flight stick to fire off a rapid volley of plasma bolts.

And then it was on like Red Dawn.

I fired a last volley of plasma bolts at the unprotected enemy ship, which was already vibrating from the buildup of power in its reactor core, and held my breath as they streaked toward it, silently praying to Crom that they would reach the Glaive and destroy it before it finished transforming itself into a weapon of mass destruction.

Flight simulators give me vertigo. I prefer to throw down with my feet on the ground." She pointed a thumb at herself. "You put me at the controls of a giant battle mech, I will crush my enemies and see them driven before me." I grinned. "What about the lamentations of their women?" "Oh yeah," she said, chuckling. "Their women lamentate all over the place. That goes without saying, doesn't it?

Man's chief enemy is his own unruly nature and the dark forces put up within him.

Leaving out trifles such as ricochets and grazes, I was hit at least fourteen times, these being five bullets, two shell splinters, one shrapnel ball, four hand-grenade splinters and two bullet splinters, which, with entry and exit wounds, left me an even twenty scars.

Er schien uns männliche Tat, ein fröhliches Schützengefecht auf blumigen, blutbetauten Wiesen.

Cualquiera que sea el campo de batalla o la posición perdida sobre la que se halle, allí donde se conserva un pasado y se debe combatir por un futuro, no hay acción que esté perdida

It is easier to go into the battle in the midst of such beauties of nature than when surrounded by a dead and cold winter landscape. Somehow, it comes to one quite simply that one's existence is part of an eternal circuit, and that the death of a single individual is no great matter.