*Gets out of chair and walks up to bartender*
*Tosses bartender a few credits"
*heads back to table, and on the way stumbles into a hooded man, now covered in dewback soup and lomin ale*
"I...I didn't see you."
*fumbles around pants pocket for credits*
kioet to self: "oh great...i just used the last of them..."
*reaches for flash grenade*
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.