Kioet: I was a little delayed. Where's the stuff I ordered? And, what are my orders?
Zey: oh. Well, alright.
*Zey walks off towards the direction of Aren's ship*
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.