Quotes About Battle

I heard Amos yell, "For Brooklyn!" It was an odd battle cry.

Percy hefted a bronze grenade. 'I hope you labelled these right.' He yelled, 'Die, Romans!' and lobbed the grenade over the wall.

The wand ricocheted through the swarm, thumping six, seven, eight of the little monsters before returning to Carter's hand. "Not bad," I said. "Keep it up!

I kissed her, because 1) when you're a demigod going into battle, every kiss might be your last, and 2) I like kissing her.

Charge!' Sadie barrelled into the clearing, her staff in one hand and her Greek scroll in the other. I glanced at Annabeth. 'Your new friend is awesome.' Then I followed Sadie.

Tyson charged at the Cyclops leader, Ma Gasket, her chain-mail dress spattered with mud and decorated with broken spears. She gawked at Tyson and started to say, "Who—?" 463/508 Tyson hit her in the head so hard, she spun in a circle and landed on her rump. "Bad Cyclops Lady!" he bell owed. "General Tyson says GO AWAY!" He hit her again, and Ma Gasket broke into dust.

Come on, then! she yelled. I'll destroy you all myself if I have to! A metallic smell of storm filled the air. All the hairs on Piper's arms stood up. The thing is, said a voice from above, you don't have to. Piper's heart could've floated out of her body. At the top of the nearest colonnade stood Jason, his sword gleaming gold in the sun. Frank stood at his side, his bow ready. Hazel sat astride Arion, who reared and whinnied in challenge.

I was a fight to the death, and I felt great.

Greeks!" Percy yelled. "Let's, um, fight stuff!

Leo remembered their trip together through the House of Hades. Hazel had led him through that creepy maze of illusions. She'd made the sorceress Pasiphaë disappear through an imaginary hole in the floor. She'd battled the giant Clytius while Leo choked in the giant's cloud of darkness. She'd cut the chains binding the Doors of Death. Meanwhile Leo had done...well, pretty much nothing.

Leo tried to remember what had happened. He was pretty sure he had defeated Gaia…

Stick with us, Magnus, and…well, you won't do fine. You'll get killed quickly. But stick with us anyway. We'll wade into battle and slaughter as many as possible!

Bellona has answered my prayer. She doesn't fight my battles for me. She doesn't guarantee me easy victory. She grants me opportunities to prove myself. She gives me strong enemies and potential allies.

My understanding of magic is fairly straightforward. Hit enemies with a sword until they're dead. If they rise again, hit them again. Repeat as necessary. It worked against Set.

But my point is... I was projecting my anger onto someone else, someone safer. I think you might be doing some of the same thing now, Meg. You're raging at Caligula because it's safer than raging at your stepfather. ... Anger is good. It means you're making progress. But be aware that you might be angry right now at the wrong person. I don't want you charging blindly into battle against this particular emperor.

Is there anything more embarrassing than sailing into battle with half-finished figureheads? -Loki

But you, Percy - you are part god, part human. You live in both worlds. You can be harmed by both, and you can affect both. That's what makes heroes so special. You carry the hopes of humanity into the realm of the eternal. Monsters never die... They must be defeated again and again, kept at bay. Heroes embody that struggle. You fight the battles humanity must win, every generation, in order to stay human.

Seven half-bloods shall answer the call, To storm or fire the world must fall. An oath to keep with a final breath, And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.

DIE!" Gleeson Hedge dropped directly behind Orion, smacking his baseball bat over the giant's head so hard the Louisville Slugger cracked in half.

Somewhere behind me, Zia yelled, Hippo! Which I thought was a little late. She stumbled toward me over the rocking deck, the tip of her staff on fire. Our ghostly pal Setne floated behind her, grinning with delight. There is it! Setne shook his diamond pink rings. Told ya Apophis would send a monster to kill you. You're so smart! I shouted. Now, how do we stop it?

Stick with us, Magnus, and…well, you won't do fine. You'll get killed quickly. But stick with us anyway. We'll wade into battle and slaughter as many as possible!" "That's your plan?" Halfborn tilted his head. "Why would I have a plan?" "Oh, sometimes we do," said T.J. "Wednesdays are siege warfare. That's more complicated. Thursdays they bring out the dragons.

The strix dived at Meg. She dodged aside, whacking the flat of her blade against the bird's tail feathers as it rushed past, sending the unfortunate bird into the opposite wall, where it smacked face-first into the brick, exploding in a cloud of monster dust and feathers. Meg! I said, I told you not to kill it! You'll get cursed! I didn't kill it. It committed suicide against that wall. I don't think the Fates will see it that way. Then let's not tell them.

Not really. My understanding of magic is fairly straightforward. Hit enemies with a sword until they're dead. If they rise again, hit them again. Repeat as necessary. It worked against Set.

Back when I was a regular mortal kid, I didn't know much about combat. I had some murky ideas that armies would line up, blow trumpets, and then march forward to kill one another in an orderly fashion. If I thought about Viking combat at all, I would envision some dude yelling, SHIELD WALL! and a bunch of hairy blond guys calmly forming ranks and merging their shields into some cool geometric pattern like a polyhedron or a Power Ranger Megazord.