*A concussion blast blows the cave-in away, and a pissed-off trandoshan storms into the cantina, shoves everyone out of the way, and shoves his head face to face with the bartender*
Kioet: GIVE ME AN ALE DAMMIT, I JUST MADE A LOAD OF MONEY!!!
*the bartender gives kioet an corellian ale, Kioet takes it, and runs to the nearest table, shoves an old couple off the seats, and sits down and finishes their meal*
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.