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I have 2 weapons; my arms, my legs and my brain.
Ice and fire. Frost and embers. Locked in a battle, pushing and pulling.
Our steel-tipped step-ladder arrows will let us rescue that injured stork that settled down on top of the obelisk and can't fly away!
Orientation, the big O in the OODA loop, is the schwerpunkt.
For a million years the sound of making handaxes provided the percussion of everyday life. Anyone choosing a hundred objects to tell a history of the world would have to include a handaxe.
She held out her hands, palms up, the white fingers lightly spread, and with a barely audible click, ten double-edged, four-centimeter scalpel blades slid from their housings beneath the burgundy nails.
She smiled. The blades slowly withdrew.
The blades shuddered.
Nothing can resist your kind heart and your sharp axe.
What are you looking at?-- Jesse Stone
Whither thou know'est thy ass from thy elbow
And where the offense is, let the great axe fall.
Scissors! Scissors! Have ye got yer ane scissors?? Are ye deaf??
The symbol of the race ought to be a human being carrying an ax, for every human being has one concealed about him somewhere, and is always seeking the opportunity to grind it.
Not all weapons are guns or blades; the most dangerous are subtle, hidden.
On the four aces doom'd to roll.
Tools of many kinds and well chosen, are one of the joys of a garden.
He says tools but somebody will mention the cutting edges of things and one will see billhook, scythe, fauchard, debris, wood chips and sketches all entangled like words in summertime, when crickets and corn, lives and vines, sunflowers and stormy hours touch and quench one another.
victorious." "The headsman feels if the axe be[85] sharp." "Take care lest you be deceived." "Judge
A straight oar looks bent in the water. What matters is not merely that we see things but how we see them.
Take up a weapon and you become an instrument with as pure a purpose as the weapon itself: to find arteries and open them, limbs and sever them; to take what is alive and deliver it unto death.
Arms and the man
She wielded it easily, lightly. She carried it swinging like a baseball bat, only with more poetry to it. It was a frightening thing to watch, this small shadow of billowing grey fabric and sprawling, wild hair splaying out behind her, the axe held at the ready with both hands, poised and prepared.
O that these folding arms might ne'er undo!
Call the right axe Sorrow," she said. "You know what I call the left one?" "Happiness?" "Sorrow. I can't tell them apart.
The thick plottens.
Can a split quill write fair script?
Can a blunt axe cut wood for the fire?
Can a cripple please a lady?
You cannot grasp a lie with your hand,
but it can destroy more than an axe.
Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe.
Fill your armoury with arrows of courage!
A plane of cheekbone,
In D&D, I love playing the first guy through the door - the guy with the battle-axe. 'Where are the bad guys? Just point me at 'em!'
I shoot an arrow into the air, where it lands I do not care: I get my arrows wholesale!
The blade sings to me. Faintly, so soft against my ears, its voice calms my worries and tells me that one touch will take it all away. It tells me that I just need to slide a long horizontal cut, and make a clean slice. It tells me the words that I have been begging to hear: this will make it ok.
I stare at Hans.
Hans is shaped like an industrial-sized refrigerator.
His hands are like cinder blocks.
He should not be afraid of a little thing like the ocean.
You see," she said, "with the axe, it's easier to get ahead. . . .
Full of wise saws and modern instances.
All the best swords have names." "Like Ice," she said. She looked at the blade in her hand. "Does this have a name? Oh, tell me." "Can't you guess?" Jon teased. "Your very favorite thing." Arya seemed puzzled at first. Then it came to her. She was that quick. They said it together: "Needle!
Aim for the chopping block. If you aim for the wood, you will have nothing. Aim past the wood, aim through the wood; aim for the chopping block.
I trim my opponents to fit my arrows.
Six minus six is zero. Spears are good for subtraction Ella said
There were the garden shears, the knitting needles; the world is full of weapons if you're looking for them. I should have paid attention
As well have a talon as a finger, a muzzle as a mouth,
as well have a hollow as a heart.
for being the work of Elvish smiths in the Elder Days these swords shone with a cold light, if any Orcs were near at hand. Behind
steel tractor implements buried in more overgrown grass, the rotary blades shining bright from recent use by
shopping trolleys
Let me tell you something. A man ain't a goddamn ax. Chopping, hacking, busting every goddamn minute of the day. Things get to him. Things he can't chop down because they're inside.
Two long lines of Shifters stretched over the field, standing unmoved. They expertly held composite bows at ready, various in origin and style.
Slice and Dice, Slice and Dice
Of jackets that had their sleeves threaded onto two poles cut from an ash tree
Gathered into the single will of pressure, that a shaft of steel
I knew there was an old axe down cellar; that is all I knew.
Morfran thrust his axe straight up. He pretty much seemed to have one sign for everything: poke a hole in the sky.
The sword is the axis of the world and grandeur cannot be divided.
Scavengers who attacked dragons for their treasure, waving sharp little toothpick claw things called swords.
Crap on a stick.
The axe of intemperance has lopped off his green boughs and left him a withered trunk.
wooden X is on theWooden-- E.l. James
THUD.
Thud.
Thud.
The shovel hit wood, and stuck.
Behold, my children!" she said. "The instrument of my revenge. I will call it a scythe!"
The Titans muttered among themselves: What is that for? Why is it curved? How do you spell scythe?
Push out a bayonet. If it strikes fat, push deeper. If it strikes iron, pull back for another day.
His axe took her in the back of the head.
When engineers and quantity surveyors discuss aesthetics and architects study what cranes do we are on the right road.
bradawl. It was just a blunt steel spike set into a handle.
steel wedge between the
Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze ...
I can't have swords." Key answered.
No swords?"
They're sharp."
That's why they're good."
I can't have daggers or darts. Or arrows, either."
Why? Arrows are the best."
They can kill people."
That's the coolest part!
Use your enemy's arrows for firewood.
Two hands cut down a few trees, but one matchstick clears a forest.
The axe is fifteen pounds. You have to make sure you don't hurt or hit someone. And hit the beats, because they have five cameras. It has to look real. That in itself becomes challenging because you have to learn it straight away.
The big blade is an emperor; the broken blade a Negro. I hate dangling things; I hate dampish things. I hate wandering and mixing things together.
Swerve me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents' beds, unerringly I rush! Naught's an obstacle, naught's an angle to the iron way!
Those elegant delights of jig and vaulting.
Burrich told me that the ax was not a sophisticated weapon, but was a very satisfactory one if used correctly.
With all my might, I heave the axe into the ice, just inches from Kristoff's head. Oops.
Some people think the first tools were weapons, but that's all upside down. First of all, people figure out the tools. It's the crutch before the club every time.
And sing to those that hold the vital shears; And turn the adamantine spindle round, On which the fate of gods and men is wound.
Blunt tools are are sometimes found of use, where sharper instruments would fail.
The world's all razors, that cut you no matter what you do.
They lift their axes and slice through Raffe's wing joints. They . . . . . his wings . . . I don't know if Raffe yells out in his pain, because all I hear is my own scream. Raffe falls.
I refer to my hands, feet and body as the tools of the trade. The hands and feet must be sharpened and improved daily to be efficient.
Along the way, he followed his own advice and snagged a pair of mismatched daggers from the corpses of fallen archers. They weren't as well-made as the ones he'd taken from the dead rogue, but they had pointy ends he could stab into people and that was really all that mattered in a dagger.
Questing is hard. Fortunately, Thomas is here to spoon-feed them answers. We're one step away from him giving them an instruction sheet by Ikea, with cartoonish diagrams and a little goddess-slaying allen wrench.
Om is the bow, the arrow is soul,
What is a harp but an oversized cheese slicer with cultural pretensions?
Army? I don't need an army when I've got my ax!Army-- Markus Heitz
The leaves, they run like mice, while birds peck at the ground. The wood has rotted in its bin. The grim axe has come round
The mini-Moog was conceived originally as a session musician's axe, something a guy could carry to the studio, do a gig and walk out.
How I define patriotism, a knife, a riffle and some hand-gernades.
shoulders of a skeleton, and the five people
Upward and Onward
All tools are weapons in the hands of the wrong people.
Dead voices, lost sounds, forgotten noises, vibrations lockstepping into the abyss and now too distant ever to be recaptured! ... What sort of arrows would be able to transfix such birds?
The watcher on the walls. The sword in the darkness.
Saw, and haul. Yeah, that's
The bodies of men, munition, and money may justly be called the sinews of war.
Anticipated spears wound less.
The best way to show that a stick is crooked is not to argue about it or to spend time denouncing it, but to lay a straight stick alongside it
We ride the blades again
beside the crooked bay. You smile.
I hold you like a hole holds light.
We wear our hats and ride the knives.
They cannot fix you. They try and try.
Tunnel! Into the dark open we go.
Days you are sick, we get dressed slow.
From the corner of his eye, Eragon saw Orik hewing Urgal necks with mighty blows of his ax.
It was a chef's knife," I said, holding my hands about a foot apart. "And a very large one."
"That's what she said," Ethan murmured.