*Kioet arrives at the docking bay, and speeds up the loading ramp of his ship, Kioet enters the cargo bay, stops the speeder bike, and hops off.*
Kioet to Nimalf: Somebody sure screwed Wuher out of a job. I'm starving, is there anything to eat around here?!
Battle is a pure form of expression. It is heart and discipline, reduced to movement and motion. In battle, the words are swept away, giving way to actions-- mercy, sacrifice, anger, fear. These are pure moments of expression.
Last edited by Rogue15; 02-03-2003 at 09:05 AM.