*Kioet walks up to bar*
"I would like some dewback stew, lomin ale, and your lack of humor."
*gets a ticket, on it is the number "15"*
"What a coincidence..."
*Sits at the table nearest the bar, and waits for his number to be called.*
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.