If you muster that courage to stand under fire and not go down, you will amass an inner strength that no one can touch. you won’t be another faceless, nameless, forgotten human in a long historical line of the defeated. you will be a steeled warrior, and a force to be forever reckoned with. and beneath the pain that lingers, you will have the comfort of knowing that you are strongest of all. that when others caved and broke, you kept fighting even against hopeless odds. - caleb
This was jace being brave. Simon thought, brave and snarky because he thought lilith was going to kill him, and that was the way he wanted to go, unafraid and on his feet. Like a warrior. The way shadowhunters did. His death song would always be this-jokes and snideness and pretend arrogance, and that look in his eyes that said 'i'm better than you'. Simon just hadn't realized it before.
He was rewarded with a silver-and-red can of soda. he brandished it at the dolphin warriors as if spraying them with bug repellant. "behold!" percy shouted. "the god's chosen beverage. tremble before the horror of diet coke!" the dolphin-men began to panic. they were on the edge of retreat. percy could feel it.
He felt around desperately for a weapon. what did he have? diapers? cookies? oh, why hadn't they given him a sword? he was the stupid warrior, wasn't he? his fingers dug in the leather bag and closed around the root beer can. root beer! he yanked out the can shaking it with all his might. "attack! attack!" he yelled.
Emeth came walking forward into the open strip of grass between the bonfire and the stable. his eyes were shining, his face was solemn, his hand was on his sword-hilt, and he carried his head high. jill felt like crying when she looked at his face. and jewel whispered in the king's ear, "by the lion's mane, i almost love this young warrior, calormene though he be. he is worthy of a better god than tash.
I am one of the clave. It's in my blood and bones. So tell me, if you're so sure this wasn't my fault, why is it that the first thought in my mind when i saw abbadon wasn't for my fellow warriors but for you?" his other hand came up; he was holding her face, prisoned between his palms. "i know-i knew-alec wasn't acting like himself. I knew something was wrong. But all i could think about was you.
Enemy giants moved towards the breech, and tyson picked up the fallen warrior’s club. he yelled something to his fellow blacksmiths – probably ‘for poseidon!’ – but with his mouth full of peanut butter it sounded like, ‘puh pteh bun.’ his brethren all grabbed hammers and chisels, yelled, ‘peanut butter!’ and charged behind tyson into battle.
Anyway, lots of warrior tribes think that when they die, they go to a heavenly land somewhere," said the toad. "you know, where they can drink and fight and feast forever? so maybe this is theirs." "but this is a real place!" "so? that's what they believe. besides, they're only small. maybe the universe is a bit crowded and they have to put heavens anywhere there's room? i'm a toad, so you'll appreciate that i'm having to guess a lot here.