Berserk

Guts: (thinking about Griffith) He's young, yet he has everyone's trust. And he can set up the perfect strategy. He's no ordinary mercenary.

Guts: (thinking) We're in the river, not on the bank. But the enemy has no idea we're approaching them like this. Besides with the strong wind, they won't hear us coming from behind. We will be setting the fires using the wind. Everything is as planned.

Corcas: (about Guts) It's alright, we'll cut his head off while he's asleep. Besides, he won't be able to use his sword with that injury. We'll take the body somewhere in the woods. Griffith will think he ran away.

Guts: ( after kicking Griffith) Well, how do you like the taste of your own blood? I bet no one has hit your pretty face before.