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Ware the man who fakes a limp.
Arms is a profession that, if its principles are adhered to for success, requires an officer do what he fears may be wrong, and yet, according to military experience, must be done, if success is to be attained.
This is that burden I was talking about, Bree. This is what the burden of loving me looks like."
"Loving you isn't a burden. Loving you is an honor and a joy, Archer.
Ulysses'. No one reads him anymore. No one reads anything anymore. They think Browning is a gun.
John M. Browning: American Gunmaker.
My bazooka is locked, cocked, and ready to unload.
Every bullet has its billet.
The bayonet has always been the weapon of the brave and the chief tool of victory
When your holding a double barrel shotgun use both barrels.
Here," he said,holding out a dark mink coat. "Thought you might be cold."
"Where did you-"
"I yoinked it off a broad coming home from the market back there.Don't worry,she had enough natural padding already."
"Bill!"
"Hey,you needed it!" He shrugged. "Wear it in good health.
At Birkin Grif's left, his seat insecure on a scruffy packhorse, Theomeris Glyn, his only armour a steel-stressed leather cap, grumbled at the cold and the earliness of the hour, and cursed the flint hearts of city girls.
Whoever can lift a rifle, should have one.
Eli's on my left and Pigpen on my right as we take off. Both have their guns still drawn and their expressions are deadly.
The bullet is a mad thing, only the bayonet knows what it is about.
I had felt the shot coming; I hadn't realized the bow was loaded with this very quarrel, perfectly calibrated to hit him hardest. What part of me had been studying him, stockpiling knowledge as ammunition?
Kincaid, evidently exhausted himself, drew a gun, took the safety off, placed it on his chest, and went to sleep too.
"It's cute," I whispered to Murphy. "He has a teddy Glock.
Colt has the subtlety of a car alarm.
Coiled and personal, Laurent's gift was a Veretian whip, made of gold.
Damen recognized it.
[ ... ]
His gaze flung to Laurent. He knew he had flushed, he could feel the heat in his own cheeks. In front of the gathered generals, he couldn't say, What have you done?
What's got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie)
M1919 Browning. All the mountains and hills, in my life, be scattered!!!
When an archer shoots for enjoyment, he has all his skill; when he shoots for a brass buckle, he gets nervous; when he shoots for a prize of gold, he begins to see two targets.
Treatise on the Science of Arms with Philosophical Dialogue
the heart shaped bullet
brace covered his neck. Dark, fingerless gloves covered his hands to allow a better grip on his shotgun. An aluminum baseball bat was slung across his back, Samurai-style, in a crude scabbard next to a large backpack He
Why had his mother gone to the trouble of bringing him into the world if the most exciting moment in his life was having been made lame by a bayonet?
A fine job of work and a fine colt. Shall I reward you or Coquette - or both?
Out, beefy. The women folk have work to do."
Bish laughed and pointed to himself. "I'm beefy, I suppose."
"Well, no one else in this room has his arms stuffed into his sleeves like sausage casings, now do they?
It was always impossible to put a price on making your enemy shit their breeches.
A bolt from the blue.
"S" on my chest cause I'm ready to save him Ready to get buck on anybody that plays him
A shaft of sweetness shoots through me from top to toe when the sun rises; I shoulder my gun in silent exaltation.
Pommel of his saddle and his helmet with a nose-piece, arms which might well prevent him from reaching any conclusions based on humanitarian logic,
Heaven know its time; the bullet has its billet
Hallowed be thy name, oh Lord
and shotgun do your stuff
Close but no cigar
The tools of their trade were simple, effective things: iron knuckles, saps and the like. But the iconic tool of the scuttler arsenal was a woven leather belt with a heavy iron or brass buckle used to decrease intelligence one wallop at a time.
Here she was, a women who could bolt-load a crossbow in under a second, put half a dozen long arrows in the air in fewer than five, blade a target dead through the sweet spot at six meters, on the run, on an off day; and yet knitting a pair of baby booties seemed completely beyond her power.
Vallee had taken an arrow in the knee from a sniper.
Thunderstick? ... You actually said, 'Thunderstick?' ... That, my friend is a Winchester 30.06.
An eye-jangling assortment of spurious clan tartans, adorning every conceivable object made of fabric, from caps, neckties, and serviettes down to a particularly horrid yellow "Buchanan" sett used to make men's nylon Y-front underpants.
RELEASE THY BREATH, he advised. DROPETH THY SHOULDER. "I have shot a bow before," I grumbled. MINDETH THY RIGHT ELBOW, the arrow said. "Shut up." AND TELLEST NOT THINE ARROW TO SHUT UP.
The one weapon every man, soldier, sailor, or airman should be able to use effectively is the rifle. It is always his weapon of personal safety in an emergency, and for many it is the primary weapon of offence and defense. Expertness in its use cannot be over emphasized.
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just ...
Eli and Pigpen walk backward as a human shield as they fire, edging me toward my bike.
Whither thou know'est thy ass from thy elbow
Did the barrel aim so that eh eye could fire?
Others wonder, if the Bogey isn't wearing his pants, who is?
khaki utility vests - open portmanteaus
You have no finesse," a gambler at the Silver Garter once said to him. "No technique."
"Sure I do," Kaz had responded. "I practice the art of 'pull his shirt over his head and punch till you see blood.
It's like the one Scarlet had.' He flipped the gun in his palms. 'She shot me in the arm once.'
His confession was said with as much tenderness as if Scarlet had given him a bouquet of wildflowers rather than a bullet wound.
I shoot from the hip.
I'd recently had a gun to my head and wasn't in the mood for any more shenanigans from the penis-endowed gender. I reached into a side pocket of my bag as nonchalantly as I could and wrapped my fingers around Margaret, my Glock.
Hope wears a strange raincoat
and straps a gun inside.
The brazen throat of war.
I lost my heart to you. And, Bree, in case you're wondering, I don't ever want it back.
Miz Ellen, what do you carry in that handbag of yours that has enough wallop to knock down a full-grown man? - Dan Landry
jeans jacket, catching him in a chokehold, pistol at
sun, he thought he saw the barrel of a musket glitter from behind a hedge. D'Artagnan had a quick eye and a prompt understanding. He comprehended that the musket had not come there of itself, and that he who bore it had not concealed himself behind a hedge with any friendly intentions. He
What's the handle, Zock?
He stuffed a hand into his back pocket, found his Beretta, and shot the problem in the chest.
I hit a one-yard draw in there
Chamfron. Crimson silk draped his hindquarters,
Closers. So let's close this one out. Bosch and Rider stood
All you need is a double barrel
Busty' Roberts had joined the Royal Artillery in 1914 and since then had steadily risen to the rank of Gunner. Now the crunch: someone with a perverted sense of humour made him a Lance Bombardier. Roberts went insane with power. The war now consisted of two people, him and Hitler.
He had a Kalashnikov, the universal weapon of all budget warriors,
What you doin' with this gun?
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your gawd like a soldier.
Soldier's fashion accessory is his weapon just like a jewelry for women.
Good to see a youngster who appreciates the importance of being......Well Armed. But...That's not how we play TAG......Where I come from.
~Train Heartnet
If I have a bow and arrow, Commander, I don't shoot a padded shaft to my target's left in order to express my annoyance. I fire a steel-tipped arrow into his leg.
You get one shot. You that good? Because I am."
Concealed Identity
You're not in a pissing match with a seven-year-old, are you? Gunner called.
Guns' aka Luke Gunner had a record as long as my cock. Believe me, it was impressive." ~Lloyd Ledbetter
Just when you think you're in the cat-bird's seat, the Angel of Death calls "dibs" on shotgun.
Mark, how the ready hands of Death prepare: His bow is bent, and he hath notch'd his dart; He aims, he levels at thy slumb'ring heart: The wound is posting, O be wise, beware.
All that matters is that the wound fit the arrow
The rifle is the queen of weapons and its effective use is one of the greatest satisfactions available to man.
But as some muskets so contrive it
As oft to miss the mark they drive at,
And though well aimed at dock or plover
Bear wide, and kick their owners over.
Bless you, my boy. Have a horseshoe." "Thank you, sir. What should I do with it?" "Throw it." "Away?" "At that peg there. Then pick it up and throw it at this
You can't not look cool with a crossbow.
On every pack leaned an M16, except Lori's. Her son was playing soldier with it in the bleachers. There was no clip in it, which was a good thing.
I'm not getting much penetration here!" Gibbs yelled.
"Aim for an open mouth!" Walsh barked. "It's their weakest point! When you empty the cartridge, load armour piercing rounds!"
Alan shouted, "For the record, I'm very uncomfortable firing ballistics inside a space ship!
Ordinarily Robie would police his brass. But he was chambering dum-dum rounds tonight, so most likely they would stay inside her.
Sir, he [Bolingbroke] was a scoundrel and a coward: a scoundrel for charging a blunderbuss against religion and morality; a coward, because he had not resolution to fire it off himself, but left half a crown to a beggarly Scotsman to draw the trigger at his death.
On the four aces doom'd to roll.
Artillerymen have a love for their guns which is perhaps stronger than the feeling of any soldier for his weapon or any part of his equipment.
pocket. "Tanner," Nathaniel
What do I feel when I shoot an enemy? Recoil ...
The ever-present macabre, a universal dance,
You cannot hide, whether you wield crossbow or lance.
Like the bones of the house in which you dwell,
Death will come, to drag your soul to hell.
The heart of every man lies open to the shafts of correction if the archer can take proper aim.
Most of the hits I take come on top of the shoulder pads.
The best armor is to keep out of gunshot.
I focused on the gun. I would show what him what needed to be done. Like you even know what to do with that, mocked Tucker.
I glanced dwon, flicking the safety off. It's a nine millimeter, isn't it. I just pull back the slide, aim and fire. With a steady hand, I chambered the first round. Click.
When Phoebe glanced back at the marquess he swiftly lifted that rogue lock of hair, pointed at his forehead and mouthed: Good aim. She clapped a hand over her mouth. Dear God, he was sporting a bruise! So that's where she'd clocked him with his hat! And this explained the forelock.
the brogue tripping from his tongue like a slashed wineskin.
Is that a bulletproof vest? See, now that's so insulting. That's like saying I'm not smart enough to shoot you in the head.
Eddie DeChooch
Ripper in the front, ZZ in the back, Dirty in the mouth.
We know but few man, a great many coats and breeches.
Casey tucked the barrel at the small of his back and arranged his shirt.
Vince shook his head. "You gotta get a holster. That is so fucking ghetto."
"No way - I like how it feels back there." Casey grabbed his jacket and followed Vince outside. "Wait. That came out wrong.