Essay about Dangers in Skyrim

“Slaying the Dragon” by Deborah Gee is a comprehensive look at media stereotypes of Asian and Asian American women since the silent era. From the racist use of white actors to portray Asians in early Hollywood films, through the success of Anna May Wong’s sinister dragon lady, to Suzie Wong and the ‘50s geisha girls, to the Asian-American anchorwoman of today. The movie also shows how stereotypes of exoticism and docility have affected the perception of Asian-American women.

old piece, as the legend says, was wrought with swords of dead brave warriors for a

When Katsa fishes him out, she and Bitterblue dress the wound in his shoulder, slump him over a horse, and set out for the king was not dead and the only one who could kill him was knocked out.

"Totsuka Tennoha, come to me!" A lightning bolt struck Touya's hand and exploded on contact. A blade had formed and it was encased in lightning bolts and had scales along its length. It was an unnatural silver color, which shimmered in the light and had a destructive power which rivaled those of the gods. Amanojaku's eyes widened.

As the warrior walked down the narrow path in The Forrest of Certain Death, he found a panacea in a glowing chest on the side of the road. Not very useful at the moment he decided to save it in his backpack. As he put the panacea in his backpack, he felt something strange in his backpack. When he pulled out the strange object he saw that it was a tenuous sword. Once he saw what happened to his favorite sword he knew exactly who it was, it was the maverick that goes by the name of Pharo. Pharo was a ethereal being from the planet Clinkon, the citizens of this planet have a evil nature and usually cause mischief. Although the warrior might have been sad about his sword, he saw it as a paucity problem and went on his journey to save his grandma.

He ducked as I slid my sword across the air. The magnificent beast I was welding was begging to slice into someone and drink their iron rich blood. The Willowan man is twice the size of me and much stronger, but I am much more fast and nimble. He attacks me, aiming for me left side. I step aside and slash my sword through his last rib. His face turns blank and he falls to his knees. As I walk away I hear his blood gurgle in his mouth. He was wrong to think that he could possibly beat me.

I awoke from my nap with a jolt. There was a man stabbing his sword over and over again into my belly. What is with these people and swords? He yelled out that his name was Beowulf but all I could do was howl in pain. “Please stop!” I screamed but he didn’t stop. That made me very angry and so I pushed him off and prepared to fight. We fought for a long time before he finally defeated me and as my world slowly went black all I could hear was the tapping off claws and then my mother’s

“The hero observed the swamp-thing from hell, the tarn-hag in all her terrible strength, then heaved his war-sword and swung his arm: the decorated blade came down ringing and singing on her head. But soon he found his battle-torch extinguished; the shining blade refused to bite.” (1518-1523). Few images in medieval literature capture masculinity as well as the sword. Its phallic shape and use of dealing harm by penetrating your foe make it the ultimate allusion to the male anatomy. However, in this battle between Grendel’s mother and Beowulf, our hero’s sword cannot seem to perform its intended function. This failed display of masculinity by Beowulf is only one of many that suggest that he is not your average Viking warrior. The

I might only have a few days so I want to tell my tale of the battle. The day was a cold and gloomy afternoon I was to fight the greatest gladiator of Rome. He has won 20 battles and shows no mercy. He is known as Fenix. A great and powerful warrior with his mighty axe as his weapon. The battle had begun. I was nervous with a kuini chain as my weapon. I only used it for emergencies. It started as a hand to hand combat fight, till he drew his mighty axe. I was running from him in circles. Then I turned around and tripped him. I quickly grabbed his axe and threw it as far as possible. He came charging at me and then I roundhouse kicked him in the chest he went flying away and got up with little breath. He started towards his axe, and then it happened. I threw my kuini and it struck him in the chest. I yanked it back and his heart came back on the blade. “Fenix was dead”. His family had invited me to a dinner so I must go. This might be my last day on

Forward the axe flew like lightning through the air, it’s spinning vortex leering at me as it seeks to cull my life. I raise my shield, a thundering THOOM! echoing across the battle as the axe sinks it’s teeth into the bulwark of my defense. I step forward my arm of sixty seven years wielding my broadsword like one would hold a lover’s hand and then the hymn of Asgard fills my soul. The gods accept my victory as they have many times before. My foe falls to my feet, life-less in this realm, but more alive than he ever has been in another. I am Vunrdum, warrior elite to Jarl Tyrnarion and legend for shield and blade. All my life I have fought, I have stood upon the ruins of the Paris wall. I have taken a life from all of the kingdoms

Darkness of Dragons by Tui T. Sutherland was average book, a truly exceptional addition to the Wings of Fire series. This book nicely tied up a majority of the loose ends that the narrative had previously presented in the other books.

broken spear head with his trunk, and then used it to gouge out the eye of the

Apparently, he heard of my attack on Hrothgar’s men and wants to prove a point. I believe his name was Beowulf. I have never had a difficult time in a altercation with someone. I’ll give it to him, he was very brave to stand up to a monster my size. He was little and scrawny looking. At the time, I felt as though this was some sort of joke. I kept mumbling to myself, “Are you serious? A human versus a monster? Come on now, who do you think is gonna win this battle, despite the tribe to human ratio?” Beowulf was covered with armor and weapons. I reached for Beowulf but he grabbed my arm with a grip stronger than any I have ever felt before. At that point I became terrified, but they always hold it was too strong for me to escape. I remember feeling Herot shake with the force of our fight. I saw his men grab their weapons in the corner of my eye and then I suddenly realized that they don’t know about the spell that protects me from all swords. Beowulf had to use his bare hands to harm me. As time went on, I kept getting more and more vulnerable. Beowulf ripped off my arm and shoulder from it’s socket, and thats when I knew then and there that I was officially mortally wounded. As I lie here now, watching Beowulf mount my arm as a trophy on the wall of Herot, I ask myself if it was worth fighting and killing to begin

“It’s me, kid,” The sword spoke. “Welcome to a world of magic. I’m your guard. That thing in there will kill you, but not if you don’t kill it first. It’s not hard, you have me, and I’m chalked full of

A Game of Thrones is set in the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, a land reminiscent of medieval Europe. Fifteen years prior to the novel, the Seven Kingdoms were torn apart by a civil war, known as the “War of the Usurper." Prince Rhaega Targaryen kidnapped Lyanna Stark angering her family and of her fiancé, Lord Robert Baratheon. The Mad King, Aerys II Targaryen had Lyanna' father and brother executed when they demanded her safe return. Her second brother, Eddard, joined his boyhood friend Robert Baratheon and Jon Arryn in declaring war against the ruling Targaryen dynasty. The civil war ended when Prince Rhaegar was killed in battle by Robert Baratheon. The wealthiest family around The Lannisters