*Kioet stops firing, dodges the chair, then throws his rifle*
*Kioet silences his voice output so only Aren can hear what he's saying*
Kioet: Sso, thiss...Irrvine iss ussing a lightsssaber, thiss armor iss more than adequate to withsstand that, correct? Do you really want him alive?
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.