*Kioet steps out of the green liquid, and puts his suit back on, helmet in one hand*
Kioet: Send me the coordinates to the training area asap.
*Kioet straps on his helmet, picks up his new vanguard blaster rifle, and heads out the door*
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.