*Kioet's ship drops out of hyperspace over the planet*
Kioet: This must be it. They better have my stuff...
*the ship enters the planet's atmosphere and descends to the meeting place*
Zey: There, is that them?
Kioet: Yeah, there's Farran.
*The ship lands a few feet in front of Farran, the boarding ramp descends and Kioet walks down to meet him, Zey following behind*
Kioet: Is my stuff here yet?
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.