*Kioet picks up the portable missile system*
"Now we're talking!"
*Aims at the Lead TIE Bomber in the distance*
*Kioet fires a homing missile and watches it home in on the prey*
*Watches Bomber come crashing down*
"only 5 more...and i only have 4 missiles left, and thanks to me, they've spotted our location!"
*walks down mountain, and spots a wounded Rebel trooper*
((Here's your chance, red))
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.