*shortly after several blaster shots are heard, Kioet walks down a dark alleyway and takes notice of something horrible*
Kioet: oh my god, what the hell happened here??????
???: mind your own business.
*Kioet takes a closer look....and nearly passes out. what he sees is a dark elf taking a piss on some bodies he just hacked to death with his fireblade shortsword*
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.