Sherrilyn Kenyon Quotes

Knowing how to fight made men more bold, because no one fears doing what it seems to him he has learned to do. Therefore, the ancients wanted their citizens to be trained in every warlike action.

If you have a sword, and the Aielman has his bare hands, it is an even fight. If you're good.

I've come off horses and fought in medieval battles using axes, hammers and swords as well as fists. Getting your teeth knocked out is an occupational hazard.

I trained in combat, sword fighting, horse riding... It's empowering knowing that I can a break man's nose with my elbow.

I learned to wrestle, I learned defensive fighting at a young age, because when someone hit me, I would throw up and fall down.

I had started also studying because I wanted to learn more about power and fighting.

All great fighting is the same, Eragon, even as all great warriors are the same. Past a certain point, it does not matter whether you wield a sword, a claw, a tooth or a tail. It is true, you must be capable with your weapon, but anyone with the time, and the inclination can acquire technical proficiency. To achieve greatness, though, that requires artistry. That requires imagination and thoughtfulness, and it is those qualities that the best warriors share, even if, on the surface, they appear completely different.

Warriors make wars, but it is also true that, in what has so far been an endless reproductive cycle, war makes warriors.

I've trained myself to fight an army, so one guy will not defeat me.

When you're trained for battle, the idea is that it will be man against man.

If you had no real training, if you hadn't spent years and years studying a martial art, how would you kill the bad guy?

I did not feel that I was designed for hand-to-hand combat.

I used to do traditional weapons training, and I wasn't bad with a sword.

You look into an encyclopedia and ask what fighter can do any type of martial art at a high-caliber level, my picture will show up.

I'll use wrestling if I need to in fights, but maybe I'll fight another wrestler, and you'll find out how good my striking is.

Listen: I'm a fighter. I'm a brawler. I'm a boxer. But I'm a technician as well.

Whatever the fighting is - boxing, fighting, Judo, Thai boxing, it's how much you know doing that. Some people just know how some people move.

I just happen to love fighting and happen to be great at it. And I let my lifestyle carry over into my chosen profession.

I taught you to fight and to fly. What more could there be?

Well yoy did it,"I congratulated Patch. "I´m as trained as I´ll ever be-a lean, mean sword-fighting machine. I should have made you my personal trainer from day one." A rogue smile surfaced, slow and wicked. " No match for Patch." Patch&Nora (p.379)

Mankind has had ten-thousand years of experience at fighting and if we must fight, we have no excuse for not fighting well.

The punch connected, but (1) Colin forgot to close his fist, so he was slapping not hitting, and (2) instead of slapping TOC, he ended up slapping Hassan flush across the cheek, whereupon Hassan finally succeeded in falling down.

Kaia tossed Strider a shut-your-mouth frown before bouncing in her seat. "Do I get to help? Can I? You may not know this, but I'm very handy with a blade of any kind, a hacksaw, a whip, a-" "Hey! Someone went through my bag," William said. "So?" Kaia continued, as if William hadn't spoken. "Whatever the weapon, I'm good with it." He would not be impressed. "We won't be using weapons. We'll be smashing jugulars." "Oh, oh! We can play Who Can Smash More!" "No, we can't because you can't help," Stider said at the same time William blurted out, "I'd be disappointed if you didn't help.

You are not mechanics, you are warriors. You have been trained, not to think, but to do.

You are such a chick." I widened my eyes in mock surprise. "No way. Are you sure?" Sighing again, he rubbed at the tattoos on his wrist. "Mackenzie was right. You aren't slayer material." Before he had time to register my intentions, I threw a punch. My sore, swollen knuckles slammed into his cheekbone, thrusting his head to the side. Pain shot up my arm, but I bit my tongue to stop a moan. "You were saying?" He popped his jaw, rubbed at the reddening skin-and slowly grinned. "Okay, so now I understand why Cole likes you. You're worse than Kat.