I'm a soldier of fortune, I'm a dog o' war
And I don't give a damn what the killing is for
Violence is my passion
I will never be contained
Living with aggression
And its everlasting reign
, "Divine Intervention"
I don't play for keeps, I play for blood
I don't play for your soul, I play for blood
I don't play to win, I play for blood
I don't play for it all, I play for blood
Full moon's light is calling me
My kingdom lies within
The mystic soul and lion's heart
Brought by the talisman.
The ecstasy of battle takes me
Where the falcons fly
Immortal youth was granted me
I will never die
, "Black Wind, Fire, and Steel"
The last head falls to the ground
No one is left alive
They thought that they could take me down
But it's not my time to die
I wipe the blood from my sword
And slide it in my belt
This is the sweetest of rewards
The best rush I have felt!
Damn it all! all this our South stinks peace.
You whoreson dog, Papiols, come! Let's to music!
I have no life save when the swords clash.
But ah! when I see the standards gold, vair, purple opposing
And the broad fields beneath them turn crimson,
Then howl I my heart nigh mad with rejoicing.
— Ezra Pound, "Sestina: Altaforte"
My friends, it has often been said that I like war.
My friends, I like war. No, friends, I LOVE war!
I love holocausts. I love blitzkriegs. I love defensive lines. I love sieges. Charges. I love mop-up operations and retreats.
Wars across prairies, in streets, in trenches, in grasslands, in frozen tundras, through deserts, on the sea, in the air.
I love every act of war that can occur upon this earth!
I love blasting the enemy to smithereens with artillery salvos that thunder across the lines of battle.
My heart leaps with joy whenever a soldier is tossed high into the air and cut to pieces by well-placed sniper rounds!
I. Love. War.
Through my life I have discovered so many forms of war. You wake up in the morning, you get into your shitty car, and you see a rich CEO who works half as hard as you do drive down the street in his Porsche. Class war
! You get to work and you find out that the annual drug test is today. And you just so happened to take a puff of your one-hitter a couple nights ago before dinner with your wife's awful parents
. Drug war
! But then you find out the only ones being called in for testing are your black and Hispanic coworkers. Race war! And you try to post about it on your Facebook
but then all of your friends start arguing about what's right and what's wrong. Flame war
! You finally get home, and you decide to relax by watching a program about "who gets the box? What's in the box? How much is what's in the box worth?" Storage Wars
! [chuckles to himself]
What I am telling you my Nazi army of one-thousand vampires
is that I am a purveyor of war. And with your help over the years we are now at the precipice of our true goal! You see, I want a simple war. No class wars, no drug wars, no race wars, no flame wars, und certainly NO Cold Wars! Blue balled for forty years...
What I want is a war that only we can bring. A true war! A German
war! The sequel you've all been waiting for! I! WANT! WORLD! WAR! THREE!!
Dear Frederick, thank you for your nice letter. But I'm actually a US Marine who was born to kill, where you have clearly mistaken me for some sort of wine sipping communist dick suck. And although peace probably appeals to tree-loving-bisexuals like you and your parents, I happen to be a death-dealing, blood-crazed warrior who wakes up everyday just hoping for the chance to dismember my enemies and defile their civilizations. Peace sucks a hairy asshole, Freddie. War is the mother-fucking answer.
Rip and tear! Rip and tear your guts! You are huge! That means you have HUGE GUTS! RIP AND TEAR!
Battle doesn't need a purpose; the battle is its own purpose. You don't ask why a plague spreads or a field burns. Don't ask why I fight.
His is the fury of the wildfire, the boiling blood of the volcano. He fights you not because you've wronged him, but because you're there.
War. At last.
— Mayor Prentiss from the Chaos Walking trilogy reveling at the impending scourge of war.
There is no meaning in this world. I seek naught but blood and carnage.
You seek to get rid of the nightmares? They never go away Snake. Once you have been on the battlefield, tasted the thrills, the exhilaration, the tension... It all becomes part of you. Once you've awakened the warrior within it never sleeps again. You crave ever bigger tensions, ever bigger thrills. As a mercenary I think that you would have realized all of this by now Snake. People like you and I, we care nothing for power, money, or even sex... only WAR!
Smell that? You smell that? Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like... victory.
General Omar N. Bradley
: There's one big difference between you and me, George. I do this job because I've been trained to do it. You do it because you LOVE it. George S. Patton
: I love it. God help me, I love it. I love it more than my life.
"Kill when you can kill." That's bullshit. All I wanna do is fight someone better than me.
What's wrong with me
? There's something wrong with you! How can you be so strong and not love fighting?! Revel in it... the death and the pain!! Those are the rewards of battle!!!
You want a reason for fighting? Why don't you just accept it already, Ichigo!? You seek fights. You desire power. Isn't that right, Ichigo? And anyone who searches for power, without exception, searches for battle. Do you fight in order to become more powerful? Or do you want more power so you can fight? I can't tell you that. The only thing I know for sure is guys like us were born this way! We were born to fight,Ichigo! Your instincts will keep leading you towards new battles. It's the only way you have, the only way to become stronger. Fight, Ichigo! If you want the power to control your enemy, take that sword in your hand and cut him down. That's your only option! That's the road that continues in front of you and remains behind you! Ichigo!
I am power made flesh. Feel how weak you truly are!
I looove hurtin' people! I looove beatin' people up!
Bismarck Waldstein: Are you really here just to buff your reputation?
: No. I'm here to take an uncommon pleasure in destruction!
What I seek is destruction and domination. I don't care about anything else. I'm only interested in how much I can dance in the pit of Hell when it's all over... see you there one day
He carried on the war not for the sake of personal gain or power nor through anger, but for the sake of warlike deeds in themselves; hence he was accounted at once a lover of war and a master of war.
— Cassius Dio on Viriathus
There's something rather comforting about facing death like this, wouldn't you agree? It's all that matters, nothing else even seems to exist—outside my pure instinct to survive. Rank. Personal history, and birth. Race. Sex. The name given to you... it's all meaningless. This is the only thing that's real. To fight on behalf of my own life and nothing else. I've never felt so complete. [laughs]
I guess you could say I've finally arrived.
And they sang as they slew, and the sound of their singing which was fair and terrible came even to the city."''
Because I like weapons. Each one is unique, with its own little quirks and flaws. Each one of them—mace, axe, sword, spear—have their own special manner of wreaking bloody havoc. And for someone who thrives off slaughter like I do, that is the beauty of the well-stocked arsenal.
I don't fight for good, and I don't fight for evil. I just fight!
Relax son. Enjoy every moment. You fight, and eat good food. You fight, and drink fine wine. You fight, and sleep with beautiful women. Hell, fight with Beautiful women! That's what it means to live.
I don't recall joining your group. And I don't care what you plan to do. All I want is to fight someone strong. Is there someone like that right now?
All I want is to fight... until even my marrow turns into dust.
: Come on hyu keeds! Hyu gots to fight like
: (sweeping triple poleaxe) Lots ov monster for evryvun!
Jäger General Gkika
: My boyz tell me dere's more trouble on de vay—
und Hy haven't seen any decent trouble
iz gonna be fun
it's your turn now! You and your legions, attack, demolish, devour, burn, grind them to dust! Go forth and death be thy destination!
What do you think a knight is for
, girl? You think it's all taking favors from ladies and looking fine in a gold plate? Knights are for killing
. I killed my first man at twelve. I've lost count of how many I've killed since then. High lords with old names, fat rich men dressed in velvet, knights puffed up like bladders with their honors, yes, and women and children
, too—they're all meat
, and I'm the butcher
. Let them have their lands and their gods and their gold. Let them have their ser
: "Brave?" A dog doesn't need courage to chase off rats. Sansa
: Does it give you joy to scare people? Sandor
: No, it gives me joy to kill
people. Spare me. You can't tell me that Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell never killed a man. Sansa
: It was his duty. He never liked
: Is that what he told you? He lied. Killing is the sweetest thing there is.
When was the last time you unleashed it? All-out fight in a mob, back against the wall, nothing but fists and fangs? Don't you ever get tired of fights you know
you're going to win? Angelus:
No. A real kill, a good kill - it takes pure artistry.
Without that, we're just animals. Spike: Poofter.
War is honest. There's no lying to it. You don't have to say sorry here. Don't have to hide. You cannot. If you die? So what? You die among friends. Among worthy foes. You die looking the Great Leveller in the eye. If you live? Well, lad that's living, isn't it? A man isn't truly alive until he's facing death. I love war!
Shepard, you're missing it. It's goddamn glorious! I'll climb out on their bodies!
: What's taking so long, Shepard? Shepard
: THERE'S A REAPER IN MY WAY, WREX! Wrex
: I know! You get to have all the fun!
It's been too long since I had a good fight! This is glorious!
Pittoo just isn't happy unless he's fighting someone. Dark Pit:
You say that like it's a bad thing!
I don't know why people think I'm psychotic. I'm not psychotic. I just have a PASSION for my job!
Ah, Valter... You're a beast. You're bound to no country. You care nothing for friend or foe. Kill a man, claim a woman... You live for nothing more, you wretched beast. That's your strength. That's what makes you stronger than any man alive. A beast acts without remorse. Man's morality cannot win. It's nature's way...
[Gormlaith just killed her fourth dragon within that day] Gormlaith:
Hakon! A glorious day, is it not? Hakon:
Have you no thought beyond the blooding of your blade? Gormlaith:
What else is there?
Fightin's like breathin', Mac!
"Ya see, the way I look at it, the moment yer born inta this world, yer dyin. It's slow and subtle, but it's happenin'. I watched people avoid all the risks in life, just so they could make it safely ta death. I watched people waste their lives day-by-day, year-by-year, an' not enjoy a single moment of it. When I made it through my first days of battle, I was so hopped up on adrenaline that nothin' compared after it. I was pumped. I was happy. But most of all, I felt alive... Thing was, whenever I thought I was gonna die, every time I got hurt on the frontlines, the pain just reminded me that I was still livin', cause dead guys don't feel nothin'. It's when I'm on that brink, when I'm balancing on that string, and the slightest thing can make me tip onto either side, that I feel the most alive. Every drop of blood, every tear, and every bead of sweat means somethin' to me. I don't go out there ta fight and die." Surge trailed off, pointing a large finger into the distance. "I fight out there ta feel alive."
: I hear you guys talking about it, and you're right there, in your element. This is something that you've been working on for a long time, and there's almost an excitement to you. Like you've been in a kind of stasis for the entire time I've known you, and only now are you really coming back to life. Weaver
: It's not like that. Golem
: No. I mean, I'm not blaming you, or saying you're a bad person. You're good at this, at taking a challenge head on, finding workarounds, manipulating the system to our advantage. You're doing it for good reasons, to help, to stop bad people. I saw glimmers of that excitement, of the real Weaver, while you were dealing with our bosses, and making connections, offering deals to the bad guys you thought you could bring to our side. But I've spent a long time thinking about Jack and watching old footage of him, and figuring out my enemy, my nemesis, and it's like that's you. Weaver
: Me. Golem
: You're his nemesis, Weaver. I'm the reason he's here, the reason these people died like this. But you're his counterpart, his mirror. You've got that same excitement Jack has, you think along the same lines, in strategy and counter-strategy. You thrive on conflict, just like he does. And I'm—I'm not like that.
at the end of the world, Worm
Let's break his legs!
...the most fun you can have with your pants on.
— American fighter pilot's description of combat, from The Culture of War
by Martin van Crevald
44. I will only employ bounty hunters who work for money. Those who work for the pleasure of the hunt tend to do dumb things like even the odds to give the other guy a sporting chance.
Fedor is known for his calm, some might say terrifying
, lack of emotions. He was born to destroy so he simply does, and after his "loss" to TK, Fedor dispatched 16 men without a grimace or a snarl. If he hadn't been punching their heads into comas, you would have no idea that he meant the men harm. Glorious violence was only a side effect of the talent given to him by God.
There is no place for me, other than the battlefield. To live as I please, and die a senseless death. That is who I am, not a mere man of flesh. War... is part of my existence.
You see, Mr. Bond
, I always thought I loved animals. Then I discovered that I enjoyed killing people even more.
Surrender. Or Don't. That would be more fun.
, Floro Sapiens, whatever... Stomping fools
is my business! Show me a fool
, and I'll stomp it! I don't even need a reason!
Fighting is an art! No painter or poet can come close to its perfection! To die in battle is the ultimate honor!
I've never had the honor—no, the pleasure
—of facing House Blackburn in real battle. And since you've refused every change at clemency, I hope you won't disappoint me. It's been a while since I've had any good mayhem, and I hate it when my opponents die too quickly.
The perfect weapon does not need its master's will to drive it to further carnage. The perfect warrior does not need a reason to kill, does not need a cause to follow. The perfect commander does not heed such petty distinctions as victory and defeat. Kill, for killing's sake. Destroy, for destruction's sake.
— Kargos Bloodspitter, Champion of Khorne
"Attack" is the only order worth remembering.
— Kharn the Betrayer
Victory? What use is victory? Let me have a battle of annihilation.
— Fleet Commissar Drussos
Make war upon the Imperium of Man? What is it you think the Legions have been doing for the last ten thousand years? War does not end with a single victory or a single planet. It is an eternal creature that outlives men and their tiny triumphs.
— Arzyn the Silencebringer, warrior of the World Eaters
Travellin' through space is boring. Well, boring unless da hulk yer on is full of dem gene-sneakers
, or a base fer da chaos lads wiv da spikes
, or already has Boyz on it. Or if humie lootas come callin', that's always good fer a bit a sport. Or unless yer have a mutiny
or two to pass da time, or unless strange fings start happenin', which dey usually do when yer out in da warp.
One time we had some bloody great ugly fing
come straight out of Weird Lugwort's 'ed!
It butchered half da lads, that was pretty entertainin'. Come ter fink of it, space is a pretty good larf. And that's before yer find yerself a nice world ta crush!
— Bigmaw, Ork Runtherd
We don't fight fer food, or fer teef, or guns, or cos we's told to fight. We fight cos we woz born to fight. And win.
— Grukk, Ork Boy