I think ninjas are probably quieter than SEALs, but we are better swimmers, and also better with guns and blowing things up.
The bullet is a fool, the bayonet is a fine chap.
I'm not just a wrestler anymore. I'm a very well-rounded fighter.
I've been in a few fights and I know what it's like to get punched in the face.
Hey, I took karate when I was 17 years old; I am dangerous.
I started competing on boxing, so I have my hands. I'm an O.K. wrestler, so why not?
I've sparred with lots of people and played around with everybody.
I think, as a fighter, I kept improving. My movements improved, my accuracy improved.
I'm a vale-tudo fighter.
Everybody wants to be a good fighter.
I wasn't born to be a fighter. My hands are too small, and look at these short arms.
Boys who spent their weekends making banana nut muffins did not, as a rule, excel in the art of hand-to-hand combat.
I could definitely take someone out with my bare hands.
I love the idea of going to work and having to fight and learn a new skill set, whether it's muay Thai or Kali or Filipino stick fighting. To me, it's like college for life.
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.
Close combat, man to man, is plainly to be regarded as the real basis of combat.
Just as the difference in height between males is no longer a realistic issue, now that lawsuits have been substituted for hand-to-hand encounters, so the difference in strength between men and women is no longer worth elaboration in cultural institutions.
Every action is seen to fall into one of three main categories, guarding, hitting, or moving. Here, then, are the elements of combat, whether in war or pugilism.
I trained in combat, sword fighting, horse riding... It's empowering knowing that I can a break man's nose with my elbow.
Tell me some true things about fighting.''Tell me you love me.''I love you,' the girl said. 'You can publish it in the Gazzettino if you like. I love your hard, flat body and your strange eyes that frighten me when they become wicked. I love your hand and all your other wounded places.
I come to you with only Karate, Empty Hands. I have no weapons, but should I be forced to defend myself, my principles or my honor, should it be a matter of life or death, of right or wrong, then here are my weapons, Karate, my Empty Hands.
I don't wanna fight a street fighter.
Then, Sir, we will give them the bayonet!
Nobody trains 'eye poke defense.'
Sometimes we see the Civil War in movies and imagine these neatly aligned rows of men with muskets, walking in line to shoot each other. In reality the things that fascinated me were how absolutely ruthless and violent so many engagements were, how much suffering and how men were not prepared.
