A scout trooper stands on the edge of a slanted rooftop, gripping a long, gleaming sword in both hands. His soaked armor glistens under flashes of lightning, rainwater streaming down his visor. The city below is dark and sprawling, with distant torches and neon signs casting flickering lights. His stance is steady, ready for the next strike, while his visor reflects the silhouette of an unseen opponent. <lora:SCOUTTROOPER_FLUX>
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