but wait there's more!
All Kioet saw was a stupid bartender, walking around like a fool who lost his keycard.
Kioet laughs maniacally, drops his concussion rifle, picks up the bartender, lifts him over his head, and throws it to the ground, and a spine-breaking crackling is heard
Kioet: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH YOU STUPID IDIOT! THAT IS WHAT YOU GET FOR MAKING ME PAY!!!
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.