Remembering the time when her sword punctured the man that she once called father. Yukiko waked up from her coma, and scratched her curly eyebrows, “Why must I suffer from this, WHY!” she ran out the tent and began slicing anything that lay in her way. “I hate YOU!” She chanted and with one final torrential blow, the tent was sliced right into two. There are ways that she could have taken, but she had chosen the path that she knows she will regret for eternity and she also knew that there is no way of turning back. She laughed bitterly. “Father, you will never get what you want!” Yukiko said in the cold night. “You will never ever GET IT!” she ran off into the forest and she screamed crazily through the tress, hungry predictors were lurking onto her, spit dripping from their aggressive teeth. Yukiko punched the tree, unable to escape the reality; she punched it again, and again. Her fists bleed heavily; the tree was stained with her red crimson blood. “WHY!!” She screamed. Just then, a wolf launched itself out of the bushes and growls, exposing its gruesome jaws. Yukiko concentrated on the stained blood, laughing. More wolves appeared. They surrounded her, prepared to take a bite into the human flesh. Their yellow eyes flashes in the ominous forest, one of them howls. The feast had begun.
The wolves jumped at her, death is imminent, Yukiko screamed in rage, with one quick trained wakizashi sliced the three wolves lay dead on the grass. “Concentrate of hitting me with the sword” A voice she heard before replayed in her ears. “ARHHHHH!”
She thrusted forward, jabbed her sword into the other foolish animal, and yanks it out while slicing a second one’s head, decapitating it. “Don’t let the surroundings fool you” Just then a wolf for...
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...er. Looks like there’ll be more corpses before sunset Yukiko sneered and let the blade dropped from her sleeves. The wakizashi slid down to her hand, Yukiko is satisfied with how comfortable the handle of the dagger is; how lightweight it was. The most flawless blade for killing. A confident samurai target Yukiko’s head and bring the blade forward. Yukiko danced to the right dodging the unskillful strike and leap forward. The samurai hardly noticed it when the blade cuts through his armour; dismembering him. Another samurai stroke at Yukiko’s legs, unexpected, he was thrown backwards before he could react. “How does she kick so fast?!!” Screeched one of the warriors. Like birds flying away from danger after one of them were killed, the samurais dropped their weapons and ran cowardly. Yukiko smeared, rolled her eyes and wiped her blade clean with her kimono.
McCarthy uses detailed descriptions, creates a somber mood through religious references, and elucidates upon the main character’s perspective to convey the impact of the experience on the protagonist. His actions reveal significant care and respect for the animal, as it seems difficult for the protagonist to cope with the loss of such a great creature. McCarthy portrays the wolf through an uncommon perspective; a frightful and beastly creature is transformed into a magnificent and bold animal. The wolf is pictured as an animal destined for honor and high admiration through its spiritual characteristics. Emphasis on the wolf’s positive qualities reveals human beings’ tendency to ignore the favorable characteristics of an individual or animal. Human beings commonly disregard the inner beauty all creatures possess.
“Asano!” he spat, and then died as Oishi, in cold rage, swung his sword with two hands in a great swinging arc which snipped Kira’s head from his shoulders (page 241-242). This excerpt is from one of the many great scenes in “47 Ronin” a novel written by John Allyn. The story tells of how 47 samurai become ronin, or masterless, after an unjust seppuku is forced upon their leader. In the novel, these samurai devise a plan in order to seek revenge for the death of their master and bring honor upon his name.
Second, Okonkwo?s pride was greatly bruised while attending a great warrior?s funeral, named Ezeudu. It was when ?Darkness was around the corner? (page 124), when Okonkwo?s life took a sharp turn down hill. ?Guns fired the last salute and the cannon rent the sky. And then from the center of the delirious fury came a cry of agony and shouts of horror. It was as if a spell had been cast. All was silent. In the center of the crowd a boy lay in a pool of blood. It was the dead man?s sixteen-year-old son, who with his brothers and half-brothers had been dancing the traditional farewell to their father.
his sword and seizes her by one mighty shoulder, and forces her to the ground.
When the Free tribe would go asleep at night the Wild tribe would sneak past the watchers and steal the supplies. Each morning Honovi and her tribe woke up with less and less supplies. Chief Black Bear went over to address the Wild tribe and they declared war. Starting trouble with another tribe was very unusual but other tribes insisted on not working together. One day, Honovi had to go and look for berries while her mother stayed and wove baskets for members of the tribe. As Honovi was leaving her father stopped her and said “Don’t get caught in the storm.” Honovi looked up at the sky and there wasn’t cloud in sight so she could only imagine her father was talking about the Wild tribe. She nodded her head and left. Honovi thought to herself that being the Chief’s daughter was like being under constant guard watch all the time but she couldn’t complain. She got to the berry bushes and all she felt was someone taking her arms and pulling her away from the berry
of the wolves and finds that they are more than the savage and merciless hunters
...move forward. The mare’s ears lay back against her head and she roared with aggression and fear as she tried to kick her way out. Chris stroked her neck to try and calm her down.
The child’s game had ended. After I nearly ran Kurtz over, we stood facing each other. He was unsteady on his feet, swaying like the trees that surrounded us. What stood before me was a ghost. Each layer of him had been carved away by the jungle, until nothing remained. Despite this, his strength still exceeded that of my own. With the tribal fires burning so close, one shout from him would unleash his natives on me. But in that same realization, I felt my own strength kindle inside me. I could just as easily muffle his command and overtake him. The scene flashed past my eyes as though I was remembering not imagining. The stick that lay two feet from me was beating down on the ghost, as my bloodied hand strangled his cries. My mind abruptly reeled backwards as I realized what unspeakable dark thoughts I had let in. Kurtz seemed to understand where my mind had wandered; it was as though the jungle’s wind has whispered my internal struggles to him. His face twisted into a smile. He seemed to gloat and enjoy standing by to watch my soul begin to destroy itself.
She enters the hall where the warriors are sleeping. They wake in time to ward off the attack with their swords but the monster manages to escape with one victim in her claws (this is Aeschere).
...took a swipe with his giant sharp claws. Will’s horse moved back. The dragon came down with his giant head at Will. Will was ready for this attack this time and he raised his sword. The dragon came down with his teeth separated.
The first part of the story tells folk tales about the wolf and werewolf. Here, wolves are used as a symbol of fear. It overwhelms the reader with terrifying descriptions of the wolf and shows the reader that the wolf is clearly something that strikes fear into the people in the story. They are described as “forest assassins grey members of a congregation of nightmare” and are known to be worse than “all the teeming perils of the night and the forest, ghosts, hobgoblins, ogres that grill babies upon gridirons, witches”. These monsters are not real and fear for these nonexistent monsters is ridiculous as they are fictional. The fear fo...
...rward, broke the ring, and fell over the steep edge of the rock to the sand by the water. At once the crowed surged after it, poured down the rock, leapt on to the beast, screamed, struck, bit, tore. There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws (Golding 153).
Fear of failure and weakness dominates Okonkwo throughout his life. At first this fear motivates him to rise to success by working diligently and doing everything his father did not do. However, even when Okonkwo establishes an honorable reputation, fear of failure continues to overwhelm him and drives him to perform acts that lead to his suffering. One example of this is when the men of Umuofia decide that Ikemefuna must be killed and Okonkwo kills Ikemefuna even though he is told not to partake in the killing of Ikemefuna. Okonkwo panics when Ikemefuna turns to him and cries for help, and without thinking, Okonkwo slays Ikemefuna with his machete. Okonkwo does this because in the split second where Ikemefuna runs to Okonkwo for protection, Okonkwo is overpowered with fear of being seen as weak and kills Ikemefuna. This is an unwise act on behalf of Okonkwo, and as a result, he suffers emotionally in the next few days. He enters a stage of depression and cannot eat or sleep as all he can think about is what he has done to Ikemefuna. It is at this point that things start t...
The man dropped the gun and pulled out a knife in fear in order to engage her in melee
Yukiko attempts to secure her spot in this homosexual realm by volunteering a needlework, which is generally considered as a feminine job. However, Umemaro prevents her from successfully integrating to the system by tacitly implying that behaviors of heterosexuality, such as a needlework done by female, are not permissible in a homosexual world. On top of her struggle to take over a feminine job to recapture her feminine subjectivity, she even dreams of an opportunity to take some power away from Y by depriving him of Umemaro. In the scene where she describes her ambivalence towards Y, she thinks that “since he [Y] loved Umemaro so tenderly, she might humble Y’s arrogant pride by depriving him of Umemaro, whenever that opportunity might present