Sword Fighting Quotes

“Awakened to the crow of a rooster almost old enough to retire to a cooking pot.”
― Gabriel F.W. Koch, Steel Blood

“Her lips silently formed three words, oh my love.”
― Gabriel F.W. Koch, Steel Blood

“But...what if I mistime it?"
Gilan smiled widely. "Well, in that case, I'll probably lop your head off your shoulders."

Horace and Gilan”
― John Flanagan, The Burning Bridge

“He can occasionally see to an enemy," she conceded. "If he manages to get his sword pointed in the right direction and the enemy does him the favor of falling upon it in precisely the right way.”
― Lynn Kurland, Star of the Morning

“It takes skill to win a battle, but brains to win a war.”
― Amy I. Long, The Untold Legend: The Warrior Queen

“So, I show my uncovered scars
with a sense of pride.
Damn you and damn me.
If we cross swords, neither of us will survive.”
― Anne Fall, Rosa Scriptum

“And the One will reveal the Bow of the Southern Star and conquer the enemy with courage and fine judgment. The sight of the One is true and the enemy cannot hide. Griffon will fly”
― Barbara T. Cerny, Shield of the Palidine

“And the One will take the Sword of the Western Sun and triumph over the enemy with boldness and insight. The arm of the One is steady and heads will roll. Snow Giants will battle”
― Barbara T. Cerny, Shield of the Palidine

“When he cuts a swath through the wave of monsters, that part of the dream stops. Then the sequence repeats.

This is like an instructional video of the organic kind.

I must have been seriously frustrated by my lack of sword-fighting skills to make all this up. My dream head hurts just thinking about it.”
― Susan Ee, World After

“By the second cycle of the solstice of the warm time, the One will face the enemy. And the One will unearth the Shield of the Northern Lights and smote the enemy with daring and intelligence. The heart of the One is pious and evil will cower. Couatl will rise.”
― Barbara T. Cerny, Shield of the Palidine

“And the One will win the Armor of the Easter Dawn and defeat the enemy with audacity and wisdom. The body of the One is strong and ready to lead. Lammasu will pounce”
― Barbara T. Cerny, Shield of the Palidine

“Put it away or use it."
I chuckled at Butch's threat. Flipping the sword in the air, I caught it with ease.
"Show off," he muttered swabbing at the wood around my chair.”
― Freedom Matthews, Inherited

“I didn't falter and together we matched, step for step. Each swing of the sword was blocked, each step countered. No blade ever made contact with flash. We twirled around; my concentration far too focussed to feel dizzy. All I could see was Macrucio's wicked smirk, one that reminded me far more of my past than even Nathaniel did. I wasn't fighting Macrucio now; it was my former life I had to eradicate.”
― Freedom Matthews, Inherited

“How are your slaying skills?" I ask.
"Did I mention I’m an artist?" he says, raising an eyebrow.”
― Josephine Angelini, Scions

“A vast canvass had been stretched across the back of [the stage] and painted to look like an idealized vision of Golden Square stretching off into a hazy distance. Before it, model town houses had been erected to perfect the illusion. It tricked the eye very well until a bloody, slashed-up man vaulted over the parapets and rolled to the ground in the deep upstage. He looked like a giant, thirty feet tall, fee-fie-fo-fumming around Golden Square and bleeding on the bowling green, which was most inexplicable, until a moment later, the very fabric of the universe was rent open, for a blade of watered steel had been shoved through the taught canvas upstage and slashed across it in a great arc, tearing the heavens asunder. Through the gap leapt Jack Shaftoe, and then giants dueled in Golden Square.”
― Neal Stephenson

“Long and white was his hair, like the mountains of the north, with a towering beard that had aged with time. Shrouded was his cloak, and of yew was his staff, and atop his head, a braided crown made of silver decorated it. Wrapped around his furrow neck, hung a horn, and perched high atop his olden shoulders, rested two ravens resembling the color of a wave’s crest. From the book Tundra: A Wanderer's Tale into Darkness”
― Marilyn Velez

“His heart turned not to water within him, nor did the weapon his sire bequeathed betray him in the fight. And that indeed the serpent found when they came together.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, Beowulf: A Translation and Commentary, together with Sellic Spell