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The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
attack was coming. The
Groop I implore thee," continued the merciless Vogon, "my foonting turlingdromes.
How're we gonna bring the big hag round?" said Big Yan.
"I heard where ye has to put someone's heid between their legs," said Rob doubtfully.
Daft Wullie sighed and drew his sword. "Sounds a wee bit drastic tae me," he said, "but if someone will help me hold her steady-
ingenuity. "This
Safe by my strength. (Motto of the Clan MacNeely)
Hungry wailing standeth not aloof.
Sow seed
but let no tyrant reap;
Find wealth
let no imposter heap;
Weave robes
let not the idle wear;
Forge arms
in your defence to bear.
One sword keeps another in the sheath.
Coming nearer and
The Assassin the midst the deadly druid
Fury the shattering
Respect the Sword, Grimm.
Those prancing little pants-wetters come here to learn the colorful and gentlemanly art of fencing, with its many sporting limitations and its proscriptions against dishonorable engagements. You on the other hand, you are going to learn how to kill men with a sword.
For thogh we slepe, or wake, or rome, or ryde, Ay fleeth the tyme; it nyl no man abyde.
Around thrones the thunder rolls.
The heaven and earth afford me no shelter at all; I'm glad, unreal are body and soul. Welcome thy weapon, O warrior of Yuen! Thy trusty steel, That flashes lightning, cuts the wind of Spring, I feel.
Know your enemy, know his sword.
Fae warriors: invaluable in a fight - and raging pains in her ass at all other times.
Meralda opened her eyes. "I'm for a bath," she said. "Now, and Yvin be hanged."
Shingvere crowed. "At last, our battle cry," he said. "A bath, and the king be hanged!" he shouted, brandishing his fork. "Clean clothes, then victory!
My friendship you shall have, leanred Man," piped Reepicheep. "And any Dwarf
or Giant
in the army who does not give you good language shall have my sword to reckon with.
howling alternately
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
English dragoons
With my scrip on my back, and my staff in my hand,I'll march on in haste thro' an enemy's land.Though the way may be rough it cannot be long;So I'll smooth it with hope, and I'll cheer it with song.
dangerous weapon
To hallow'd duty
Here with a loyal and heroic heart,
Bind we our lives.
It is better to beAn old man's derling than a yong man's werling.
thou who herd'st nerfs,
Loaming is my special word for it..it's a combination of looming and roaming
A siege is a deadly dull.
The battlefield is cold ... it is the lonesomest place which men share together.
A wise general makes a point of foraging of the enemy.
A hard beginnyng makth a good endyng.
telling. I thought I knew this
Expressive glances Shall be our lances And pops of Sillery Our light artillery.
What's this?" Primage Dur squinted at the glow of magic in the forest before them. Twelve shining warriors in red leather stood interspaced between a line of gnarled trees, blocking the advance of the Eld. "Who are they?"
"Dalh'reisen," Azurel hissed.
"Are they ... singing?
Courage was mine, and I had mystery,
Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery:
To miss the march of this retreating world
Into vain citadels that are not walled.
Great wits are to madness near allied
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.
True fortitude is seen in great exploits
That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides;
And all else is tow'ring phrenzy and distraction.
A safe stronghold our God is still. A trusty shield and weapon.
Cheshvan starts tonight," Rixon said, "What are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?"
"Thinking."
"Thinking?"
"A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.
Military glory
that attractive rainbow, that rises in showers of blood
that serpent's eye, that charms to destroy ...
Storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning,
Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing,
I tread day and night such roads.
The youthfull knight could not for ought be staide,
But forth vnto the darksome hole he went,
And looked in:his glistring armor made
A litle glooming light, much like a shade,
I'll listen, till my fancy hears
The clang of swords' the crash of spears!
These grates, these walls, shall vanish then
For the fair field of fighting men,
And my free spirit burst away,
As if it soared from battle fray.
1 aIn the bbeginning was the Word, and the cWord was with God, and the dWord was eGod.
To fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
Parrying like a man who had the greatest respect for his own epidermis.
Pow'r above pow'rs!
O heavenly eloquence!
That with the strong rein of commanding words,
Dost manage, guide, and master th' eminence
Of men's affections, more than all their swords!
Git'er Done
They beat their swords upon their shields
To no beast or man would they yield
Sword, I name thee Brisingr! And with a sound of rushing wind the blade burst into flame, an envelope of sapphire-blue fire writhing about the razor-sharp steel.
A good turn at need,At first or last, shall be assur'd of meed.
The word should be thinkering.
O! how shall summer's honey breath hold out, / Against the wrackful siege of battering days?
A sword has a voice.
Though ye loue not to bye the pyg in the poke,Yet snatche ye at the poke, that the pyg is in,Not for the poke, but the pyg good chepe to wyn.
May Your Swords Stay Sharp! - Lan Pendragon
Yeats answered, "in looking for the next rhyme word.
Archery is still a matter of life and death to the extent that it is a contest of the archer with himself;
Mawwage. Mawwage is what bwings us together today.
I yam what I am.Yam-- E.c. Segar
I'll be contacting Webster tomorrow. My suggestion will be absofuckingmazing.
bein' on th' stepladder lookin, over th' wall. But I'll tell
You, that judge men by the handle and the sheath, how can I make you know a good blade?
Battle ... brings out all that is best.
That bit where that lad sprang backwards right across the room with them axes in his hands was impressive, though."
"Yeah."
"You didn't ought to have stuck your sword out like that, I thought."
"He's learned an important lesson."
"It won't do him much good now where he's gone.
Hee that strikes with his tongue, must ward with his head.
The griding sword with discontinuous wound Pass'd through him, but th' Ethereal substance clos'd Not long divisible, and from the gash A stream of Nectarous humor issuing flow'd Sanguin, such as Celestial Spirits may bleed, And all his Armour staind ere while so bright.
Raveand Rhamnusia, Goddes of Dispyte,' said Lymond acidly. 'I am trying to get you home, vide the shiten shepherd and the clene shepe, with your woolly chops spotless. The only drawback to date is that the bloody sheep is going to have to carry the shepherd, so far as I can see.
So shall I fight, so shall I tread,
In this long war beneath the stars;
So shall a glory wreathe my head,
So shall I faint and show the scars,
Until this case, this clogging mould,
Be smithied all to kingly gold.
The true battlefield is within.
Shew me a lyer, and I'le shew thee a theefe.
Crete was heavily fortified, but Nicephorus brushed aside the waiting Arab army by sending in his marines - terrifying Norse warriors whose terrible double-bladed axes could smash through armor and bone alike.
I am magicking as fast as I can!" - Gwydion
Covering discretion with a coat of folly.
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
If the Danes come," he spoke to Wulfhere, "you must let me fight."
"You don't know how to fight."
"Then you must teach me." He slid Serpent-Breath back into the scabbard. "Wessex needs a king who can fight," he said, "instead of pray.
Courage is in the air in bracing whiffs
Better than all the stalemate an's and ifs.
fairy changeling lay the mage;
Fort of the Dane,
Garrison of the Saxon,
Augustan capital
Of a Gaelic nation,
Appropriating all
The alien brought,
You give me time for thought.
As the fletcher whittles and makes straight his arrows, so the master directs his straying thoughts.
Building an empire ... one letter in front of the other.
And what in the name of Merlin's most baggy Y Fronts was that about?
A man'strong>sstrong> greatestrong>sstrong>t joy istrong>sstrong> crustrong>sstrong>hing histrong>sstrong> enemiestrong>sstrong>.
A skilful (commander) strikes a decisive blow, and stops.
I gazed at the far woods and knew our enemies were also sharpening their blades. They had to be confident. They knew the dawn would bring them a battle, victory, plunder, and reputation.
The Sword of Summer, a weapon that wasn't designed to be a weapon, a blade that is best used by letting go of it.
Better is it to perish in that howling infinite, than be ingloriously dashed upon the lee,
'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!
The bodkin, comb, and essence to prepare? For this your locks in paper durance bound, For this with tort'ring irons wreath'd around? 100 For this with fillets strain'd your tender head, And bravely bore the double loads of lead?
Not so much thy skill, then, O hunter, as the great necessities that strike the victory to thee!
Blessings of battle-luck and might, confounded enemies and inevitable victory." That sounded familiar. "To crush your enemies. See them driven before you. Hear the lamentations of their women," I quoted. She seemed like a Conan the Barbarian kind of girl.
Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife, and carnage drear, Of Flodden's fatal field, When shiver'd was fair Scotland's spear, And broken was her shield!
A knife of the keenest steel requires the whetstone, and the wisest man needs advice.
Watch for a wild boy of no particular clan, ready for anything, always armed. Prefers fighting to toil, drink to fighting, chasing women to booze or battle: may attempt all three concurrently.
Ducking, weaving, bouncing away from the knockout blow which must inevitably come.
Stealing swords," Royce muttered mostly to himself. "Okay, let's take a look at this tower. The sooner I see it, the sooner I can start cursing.
[Warfare is] maleness in its absurdest extremes. Here is to be studied the whole gamut of basic masculinity, from the initial instinct of combat, through every form of glorious ostentation, with the loudest accompaniment of noise.
Soar with wit. Conquer with dignity. Handle with care.
Warriorship is so tender, without skin, without tissue, naked and raw. It is soft and gentle. You have renounced putting on a new suit of armor. You have renounced growing a thick, hard skin. You are willing to expose naked flesh, bone and marrow to the world.