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Battles are lost or won in 15 minutes
Saying and Doing, have quarrel'd and parted.
It was a little skirmish across a century.
augurs; both of them had celebrated,
I do not believe I ever would have the courage to fight a duel. If any man should wrong me to the extent of my being willing to kill him, I would not be willing to give him the choice of weapons with which it should be done, and of the time, place and distance separating us, when I executed him.
Two armies are two bodies which meet and try to frighten each other.
The armies clashed; claws, teeth, and weapons alike, stubbing and snapping, slashing and pounding.
Sieges weathered, fight together, friends forever.
We battled in secret, undeclared, and after a while I no longer fought back because I never won. The only defense was flight, invisibility.
When two people clash, two series collide.
Dude. If that was a Shakespearean quote duel, he just kicked your ass.
Battle, n., A method of untying with the teeth a political knot that would not yield to the tongue.
A fight forms a powerful and strange bond between men.
Fights were recounted, battles won amid wars sure to be lost; hope was clung to; families were both celebrated and denounced;
I formed, in early life, two purposes to which I have inflexibly adhered, under some very strong pressure from warm personal friends. They were, first, never to be a second in a duel; and, second, never to go security for another man's debts.
The fight is won or lost far away from the witnesses, behind the lines, in the gym, and out there on the road; long before I dance under those lights.
Girl or boy, we fight our battles,' he said, 'but the gods let us choose our weapons.' He pointed to the spear, then to my mother's tears, and I picked up the spear. 'I told you she was mine,' my father said, and took me.
Arrogant people beat each other.
They had engaged in what could not be called treatment or even discussion, but open combat, the two of them a microcosm of the great war raging in the far distance: one side that desired autonomy, and the other that took independence as a sign of madness.
A battle? What battle? Jasmira shrieked.
Don't compete with me: firstly, I have more experience, and secondly, I have chosen the weapons.
Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows flocking and fighting in the air?
Their lips clashed like a well choreographed sparring match as each fought to control the man that was just as fiercely kissing back. (WIP - New Beginnings, The Sapphire Tower)
We'll have a duel in the morning on the moors. Plenty of fog. It will be quite dramatic, I daresay.
There are few joys in life more utterly satisfying than defeating your adversary, and together sharing in the incontrovertible truth that you have bested him.
War is nothing but a duel on a larger scale.
Men and women who had worn suits for decades traded punches powerful enough to crush elephant skulls, dodged and deflected attacks too fast for the eye to follow, and died suddenly, often before the crowd registered the killing blow.
Victors and dead men were separated by a blink of the eye.
Battle ... brings out all that is best.
To be the equal of one's opponent-this is the first condition of an honourable duel.
Is this a private fight, or can anyone join?
A trial, it often came down to who had the best story.
For almost a minute the two of us were locked in a battle of wills that had no possible winner, only a different order of losing.
Sometimes battles are unavoidable.
Some battles, a woman has to fight on her own
Every battle defines you
The Warrior sometimes fights with those he loves.
Any watching the battle would have found no breath in the next few blurring moments. Never had the Underdark witnessed such a vicious fight as when these two masters of the blade each attacked the demon possessing the other - and himself.
The arbiter of a demanding wargame rendered the word "mismatch" as "challenge" in his language.
We shall not enter into any of the abstruse definitions of war used by publicists. We shall keep to the element of the thing itself, to a duel. War is nothing but a duel on an extensive scale.
Author says the ineffectual U.S. Navy of two centuries ago lost two thirds as many men to duelist bullets as to sea hazards.
When merciless ambition, or mad zeal, has led two hosts of dupes to battlefield, That, blind, they there may dig each other's graves, And call the sad work glory ...
Two stubborn lovers, protecting each other from the very same threat.
Some battles are won with swords and spears, others with quills and ravens.
Victory is in the battle.
A battle followed, fought in true Gilded Age fashion with oblique snubs and poisonous courtesy.
A silly row which got out of hand.
Equality before the enemy - first precondition for an honest duel.
For the first time in my life, I was in a shoot-out. A real, honest-to-goodness shoot-out with a bad guy. And, apparently, we both sucked.
The only battle that matters is the one within.
A penny spar'd is twice got.
A prizefighter who gets knocked out or is badly outclassed suffers in a way he will never forget.
Language cannot describe the scene that followed; the shouts, oaths, frantic gestures, taunts, replies, and little fights; and therefore I shall not attempt it.
Who gets to choose what battle takes her down?
Feud and one of the most feared men
slashed the horse's muzzle with its huge talons. The horse reared up and kicked at the eagle's wings. As
The true soldier fights
The battle, if you could call it that, lasted no more than a few seconds.
So began one of the fiercest and strangest battles ever fought, a battle that involved all manner of business supplies, elegant clothing and accessories, and no shortage of trickery and taunts.
They fought like champions.
For a minute.
Just when it was getting interesting, both boys were hauled away their collars. A watchful parent.
I'm a lover, not a fighter. No battles for me.
Who fights may lose, but who does not fight has lost already.
I fought in many guises, Many names, but always me. And I see not in my blindness What the objects were I wrought, But as God rules o'er our bickerings It was through His will I fought. So forever in the future, Shall I battle as of yore, Dying to be born a ... fighter, But to die again, once more.
Wars about trifles are always bitter, especially among neighbours. When the differences are great, and the parties comparative strangers, men quarrel with courtesy. What combatants are ever so eager as two brothers?
The match was a short one. The mountain brute received several gashes across his flesh that bled profusely, but the fight came to an abrupt halt when he cleaved the whip-wielding arm from his opponent's body. The crowd cheered, some cringed, and others bathed the stands in their lunch.
My Paintings are Battles.
Marine, eager but tempered by the fight
As a Senator I am opposed to duelling. As Ben. Wade, I recognize the code.
A duel in which you're 100% sure of victory becomes just another boring exercise. When you give in your 100%, but you aren't certain of victory, yet aren't scared of losing, it becomes much more interesting.
I fought side by side with the gods and some other demigod ... Harry Cleese, I think." "Heracles?" Piper suggested politely. "Whatever," Bacchus said. "Anyway, I
No combatants are so unequally matched as when one is shackled with error, while the other rejoices in the self-demonstrability of truth.
Superior and inferior wage one hundred battles a day.
One woman against two bloodsuckers. This I got to see.
Raleigh was later to write, after a duel the hangman was the one who bestowed the garland on the victor.
Single combat? We're leaving.
And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.
Weary soldiers who went through a war together, side by
wars can be traced to a scuffle between a man and a boy, both of whom summon aid to their respective sides.
why are you ending our engagement then?"
"Because of the reason you fought it" (The duel)
"I don't understand."
"I know
Equality before the enemy -that is the main condition to fight a fair duel. Where you have contempt, you cannot wage war; where you are in command, where you can see someone beneath you, you should not wage war.
What's one hit when you win the battle?
rang with proficiency
They'd dueled in the lamplight of her kitchen that night, savaging each other with accusations that could never be recalled. Now, he couldn't remember half of what they'd said, only the colors and lights and seething tide of fear all around them. He could still taste the acrid burn of unfairness.
And tomorrow night, my two loves-one pure yet broken and the other so dark that I now realized I didn't know him at all-they would fight to the death.
Street law dictated that for a parley of this kind each lieutenant be seconded by two of his foot soldiers and that they all be unarmed. Parley. The word felt like a deception - strangely prim, an antique. No matter what street law decreed, this night smelled like violence.
I had come looking for a parade, for a military review of champions marching in ranks. Instead I was left with a brawl of ancestors, a herd of dissenters, sometimes marching together but just as often marching away from each other.
Sieges weathered.
The battle is over when the foe has fallen.
This is for fighting, this is for fun.
Thrice is he armed who hath his quarrel just.
Marriage, in life, is like a duel in the midst of a battle.
Slay like the knights of the Round Table
Were the best of friends. One of them was likely to kill the other before long.
The great battles, the battles that decide our destiny and the destiny of generations yet unborn, are not fought on public platforms, but in the lonely hours of the night and in moments of agony.
For a time they confronted each other like two mute unspeaking forts.
They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.
A quarrel is quickly settled when deserted by one party; there is no battle unless there be two.
I'm a fighter. I'm very competitive.
I mean maybe I was holding all the aces, but what was the game?
The two princes stared at each other, one gold and one silver, one her twin and one her soul-bonded. There was nothing friendly in the stares, nothing human - two Fae males locked in some unspoken dominance battle.
Are there rules?'
'No gods, no staffs, first man to stay down for the count loses and we suspend the contest if the building collapses.'
- on magical duels