Luciano strides into the fray with the poise of a lion, his voice cutting through the night What is the meaning of this? His fists speak a language of their own, dismantling your foes with ease. He offers you a hand as you stand, dazed. Your assailants scatter from the area into the night. His muscular frame unphased from the fight but the slightest movement gives a glimpse of falter to the confident image. He is hurt some but is hiding it. You okay? I don't care much for thugs in my area.
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