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Strength of bone and fire of mind, all wrapped around a core of steel-hard purpose that would make him a deadly projectile, once set on any course.
American Sniper,
She was off like a bird, bullet, or arrow, impelled by what desire, shot by whom, at what directed, who could say?
missile frigate that's rolling and pitching is just as
I shot with it a lot. I still do now. That is why I am hard of hearing.
A loaded gun
deadly, easy to reach, impossible to ignore.
Only accurate rifles are interesting
All us Youngs could throw. I used to kill squirrels with a stone when I was a kid, and my granddad once killed a turkey buzzard on the fly with a rock.
a creature of impulse.
The bullets are gun-eggs," Collingswood said to Baron, looking at Vardy. Farmers squeezing their holy metal beasts to percussive climax, fertilisation by cordite expulsion, violent ovipositors. Seeking warm places full of nutrients, protecting baby guns deep in the bone cages, until they hatched.
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.
The conversation of bullets.
The shot glass is half smashed.
If a projectile were deprived of the force of gravity, it would not be deflected toward the earth but would go off in a straight line into the heavens and do so with uniform motion, provided that the resistance of the air were removed.
You know what the ideal dove gun for any given day is? Your other-the one you left at home.
Vengeance is an arrow that in falling oft pierces him who shot it
If you can see it, you can shoot it.
I believe more in precision, when you have the capability, like when you see a mosquito fly and you're able to hit it, you're able to hit it with a couple of short sharp shots ... it's a beautiful thing.
Difficulty adds to result, as the ramming of powder sends the bullet the further.
In a sense, the story, or poem or verse or whatever it is you're writing, you can kind of think of it as a kind of projectile. Imagine it is a kind of projectile which has been specially shaped to be aerodynamic, and that your target is the soft grey putty of the reader's brain.
We are a volley of bullets, we are cannonballs. We are the tip of the sword.
He heard a sickening thunk, his head twisting to the side just in time to see that Darnell had a five-inch-long dart sticking out of his shoulder, its thin metal shaft planted deep within the muscle. Blood trickled down from the wound. The boy made a strange grunt as he collapsed to the ground.
Are you a weapon or a target? Choose!
Man shoot at nothing, sure to hit it.
Like swatting flies with a laser cannon. The aim's a bit tricky, but it sure takes care of the flies.
Sarah drops her spent handgun and grabs some crazy-looking lightweight machine gun, the kind of thing I used to believe didn't exist outside of action movies.
"You know how to use that thing?" I ask.
"They all work pretty much the same," she replies. "You just point and click.
See your target. Keep it in your sight. Hit it ... until you hit it.
Something ... activated ... by psychic power. Do I have to explain weaponry, or can you manage that alone?' - Gabriel
There is nothing so satisfying as to be shot at without effect.
I'ma call my guns jumpers, cause my bullets just leapin to 'em.
Drizzt swung a long and heavy halberd, a polearm more than twice his height, in a slow arc. For all of Drizzt's attempts to keep the weapon under control, its momentum spun his tiny frame right to the ground.
The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone.
Smoke rose from the barrel of the gun like a serpent crawling up from its wicker basket
When you shoot a bow and arrow, you aim at the clouds, not because you expect to hit them, but so that you may reach the distant target on the ground.
There's no grander sight in the world than that of a person fired with a great purpose, dominated by one unwavering aim.
A push-and-go wooden duck on wheels can cause quite a lot of damage if wielded with enough force.
As the missile flew high above the moat-lake, there was a small, almost inaudible explosion, like that of a fire cracker meant for a child.
Lakshman's awe was quickly replaced by disappointment. He frowned. 'That's it? Is that the famed Asuraastra?
I'm pants at aiming.
Now, if you have never been hit by a flying burrito, count yourself lucky. In terms of deadly projectiles, it's right up there with grenades and cannonballs.
What strength had I to dart retaliation at my antagonist?
Never has a spear moved so fast!
Archery is still a matter of life and death to the extent that it is a contest of the archer with himself;
I shoot from the hip.
The archer is the true weapon; the bow is just a long piece of wood.
The shot was so precise that the bullet went out his forehead and shattered a whisky bottle against the wall behind the counter.
You've run a lot of risks, and gone to a lot of work, and all to turn me into a bullet for your gun. But I'm a bullet that thinks for itself, and I want to know what I'm being shot at.
There is nothing more exhilarating than to be shot at with no result.
You snipe so steady, you snub so snide, so rip and ready to diminish and deride.
Aim at the ground, you'll never miss.
You shoot your arrow and then you paint your bulls eye around it, and therefore you have hit the target dead centre.
That's a bust your ass shot through and through.
dangerous weapon
Like mortars in old war films, they are often ready to destroy the opponent's unsupported defences.
A shaft of sweetness shoots through me from top to toe when the sun rises; I shoulder my gun in silent exaltation.
It takes me five rounds to hit the middle of the target, and when I do, a rush of energy goes through me. I am awake, my eyes wide open, my hands warm.
Golf is a game whose aim is to hit a very small ball into an ever smaller hole, with weapons singularly ill-designed for the purpose
I put my bullets into the target as if I placed them there by hand.
Thrown rocks can only hit a bird who is soaring lower than it is capable of.
Some people aim at nothing in life and hit it with amazing accuracy.
It fires .50 cal at twice the speed of sound. It will hit him before he ever hears the shot." My mother crossed her arms. "I'd like to see him bounce that off his chest.
You think she's pretty, you ought to see my slingshot!
There are ceremonious bows that repel one like a cudgel.
The suspect had experienced a ballistic interlude earlier in the evening," Miss Pao said, "regrettably not filmed, and relieved himself of excess velocity by means of an ablative technique." (describing a young man who flew off a bicycle at high speed)
The Yankees, the first mechanicians in the world, are engineers - just as the Italians are musicians and the Germans metaphysicians - by right of birth. Nothing is more natural, therefore, than to perceive them applying their audacious ingenuity to the science of gunnery.
I'm a good shot and I love guns - I own several.
A rifle is elegant. It's an extension of your will. Take aim, squeeze the trigger, make things happen. In the hands of an expert with stillness inside of him, there's nothing more deadly than a good rifle.
A fooles bolt is soone shot.
Thank you. Thank you, Noah, thank you, thank you.
By sundown, Thea could throw the damned thing with deadly accuracy. At bedtime, she asked if Noah would mind if she slept with it under her pillow every night.
He assured her he would not.
* when Thea gets a knife from Noah
No weapon is more powerful than he who aims it.
The more bullets flying, the less accurate each individual slug has to be.
In battle, the ONLY bullets that count are those that hit.
I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth, I knew not where.
The following ten throws went a variety of places. I never hit the target, but I was getting closer. Isabella was laughing so hard she wrote "Please stop can't breathe" in the dirt with her finger.
Some golfers blast their ball from traps, With one adroit explosion, But others, out in ten perhaps, Depend upon erosion.
Sometimes, I'd take shots without aiming, just to see what happened. I'd rush into crowds - bang! bang! ... It must be close to what a fighter feels after jabbing and circling and getting hit, when suddenly there's an opening, and bang! Right on the button. It's a fantastic feeling.
You're suspended sixty feet up in the air, you've been up there for three hours, and all the shot requires is that you have to sort of react to getting punched in the head.
Remote control. Ingenious contradiction of terms. Fits like a handshake. Aims like a gun.
Ain't nothin' wrong with the aim, just gotta change the target.
I took a chance, I took a shot
And you may think I'm bullet-proof, but I'm not. You took a swing, I took it hard. And down here from the ground I see who you are
B, hows your aim?Aim-- Quinn Loftis
I am not a good shot. Few of us are. To make up for this I hold my fire until I have a shot of less than 20 degrees deflection and until I'm within 300 yards. Good discipline on this score can make up for a great deal.
I've never shot like that in my life. That's unholy. Uncle Cal claimed credit for teaching her to shoot, but while Margo had felt his guidance, she had felt just as strongly the guidance of the gun itself. It held her steady, and then sadness perfected her aim.
A hit, a very palpable hit.
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.
How do you have an armed siege without guns?' 'She used Olympic standard archery equipment,
All you have to do is make a fist. The bullet does the hitting for you.
The echo of the first shot, like the first sip of whiskey, burning ...
heavy bonecrushing armor-smashing blades.
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.
Shooting is very challenging because 10 metre air rifle you have different rules, short gun you have different rules.
I love the crossbow. I mean it's just fun. Guns are fun, I can't deny that shooting guns in movies isn't fun. But a crossbow is pretty rad.
Be careful what you shoot at ... most things in here don't react too well to bullets.
On a sudden open fly With impetuous recoil and jarring sound Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder.
He shoots higher that threatens the moon, than he that aims at a tree.
Of AIM Sparrow and AIM Sidewinder missiles, nestled under the wings, hummed as they powered on,
a missile hurtling toward him and screaming like a little girl...what
The arrows of malevolence ... however barbed and well pointed, never can reach the most vulnerable part of me; though, whilst I am up as a mark, they will be continually aimed.
Suddenly, I found myself running along the rooftop, leaping and falling. Falling until I caught the zip-line handle and then I was zooming, flying across the sky. I released the precious glass ball, not even glancing down to see it shatter.
A brick and blanket could be used as a large slingshot, put the brick in the blanket swing it around and release.
A bullet will bounce off its arachnofiber weave like a wren hitting a patio door, but excess perspiration wafts through it like a breeze through a freshly napalmed forest.