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a large raven-haired man to calmly stride out through the space they had created. The sleek dark hair reached well past his shoulders. Luke snickered as he thought of a dozen different ways to take advantage of the luxuriously long hair in a fight. The raven-haired man wore a sharp black buttoned-down vest over a crisp white shirt. His dark pants, which were too shiny to be normal leather, reflected the moonlight as Luke stared at the odd spectacle of a man. Flashes of green accented the buttons on his vest and the cuff links at his wrists. He looked more likely to attend a masquerade ball than a battlefield. Despite his dapper look, the other mercenaries trembled and looked to him with fear and respect. Luke discarded any thought of fighting him. The Raven-haired man tapped at his cheek with a gloved finger clad in the same dark shiny material as his pants and surveyed the carnage. With his fine black boot, he sharply kicked Eyepatch in his side. The injured mercenary flinched and moaned in pain where he lay on the ground. Then he kicked Foul. BREAK Cinematic angle, unique perspective, dramatic lighting