*Kioet puts his right hand out, towards Irvine*
Kioet: Catch this.
*Lightning shoots forth at Irvine's face, Kioet activates his jetpack and launches above Irvine, then fires off a cloud of toxic spray upon him, Kioet then cloaks before landing then unslings his cortosis-alloy staff*
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.