Bluff and bluster

Usage examples of bravado.

I hauled my wind, hove-to, brailed up my sails, and changed the colours, firing a gun in bravado.

Grand Maistre could tell that, for all his show of bravado, he was terrified.

The claim was bravado only, no one of the Shinook would take a Mountie into their midst, but it was a place to continue her investigation.

She tossed it off with nonchalance, but there was hurt beneath her bravado.

With no audiences for his bravado, the self-styled Prince of Potcher was soon left with only a few score giddy boys and girls with longbows and a dozen suicidal bomb-throwers whose numbers were reduced each time they acted.

This was calculated bravado, intended to prove to all the young troopies that Sten was so confident that he could doze before action.

Martian debacle, built and hurled at the nearest of the habitable worlds indicated on the Martian astrogation charts with the bravado of a Molotov cocktail hurled at a tank.

Pitts had won the Guggenheim grant he applied for to support his doctoral project, but Wiener soon learned that Pitts was plagued by two flaws Wiener himself never suffered as a prodigy or as an adult: an incorrigible habit of procrastination and a terror of being judged, which Pitts masked with bravado.

For an incredible moment in time the King held the bridge, facing down a numberless host as much by bravado as skill at arms, a deed to be told and retold long afterward.

There was no bullying or backstabbing, no need for false pretenses or bravado.

His first experience of being under fire, and the new troops arriving in the carracks, had frightened the bravado out of him.

So in the midst of the attempt to order the steamboats into a convoy for the passage upstream, two big rowboats swung out into the river, with six men pulling at the oars of each and another dozen or so under arms, many of them foolishly standing up and huzzahing their own bravado.

The bravado with which Baden carried himself on this day had none of the power or substance or self-assurance he had shown the day before.

As he spoke I studied the coarse map of his features, trying to read its micro-expressions, and I concluded that for all his bravado, Childers was afraid.

Long ago, during the thousand-year war that had ended so abruptly with the fake Cylon peace offer and their subsequent annihilative ambush, Adama and Tigh had been combat pilots together, sharing a reputation for bravado and accomplishment much like that enjoyed presently by the brash and daring young lieutenants Starbuck and Boomer.