*Kioet hunches over, and darts towards some boulders in front of the cave, as the missile screams past his ear*
"That was too close! Beler! Get the hell out of there before the cave collapses!"
*Kioet checks his gun, then leans out, and fires a couple shots, injuring two troopers, and killing one.*
"I think that's all of them!
Now, shall we get their weapons?"
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.