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Каэль (взрослый) walking in the screen-left third; Железный Граф walking in the screen-right third; Мортимер Вейн standing in the centre of frame. Пятьдесят метров песка между ними. Каэль (взрослый) is walking on песок арены in the screen-left third in the midground. Torso in right profile. Каэль (взрослый) wears по референсу. Железный Граф is walking on песок арены in the screen-right third in the midground. Torso in left profile. Железный Граф wears по референсу. Мортимер Вейн is standing on центральный балкон in the centre of frame in the background. Torso facing camera. Мортимер Вейн wears по референсу. Extreme wide shot from a high angle, 16:9. Horizon не виден. Широкий статичный план, лёгкий подъём. Foreground: песок. Midground: центр арены. Background: ярусы галерей и стрельчатые арки. Key light жаровни по кругу, молния сверху, контрастная, драматичная. Длинные тени от жаровен. Focus: бойцы на песке. Dominant palette: чёрный, багровый, золото огня. SPATIAL LOCK: пятьдесят метров песка между ними. This is a single frozen instant (mid action) — no motion blur, no action chained. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Каэль (взрослый): . Kael, an adult gladiator around 28, tall and heavily muscled with broad shoulders and a lean, battle-hardened torso. Sun-weathered olive skin crossed by old scars — one slashing across his left eyebrow, more along his ribs and forearms. Short dark hair, close-cropped and slightly unkempt, a short rough beard, strong jaw, deep-set brown eyes with a silent, noble gaze. He wears a worn leather pauldron over one shoulder, a studded cuirass, a wide battle belt, a rugged loincloth-skirt of layered straps, bronze forearm guards and leather-strap sandals laced up the shins. A short sword hangs at his hip. Stands quiet and composed on cracked stone, dim torchlit stone walls behind, dust in the air. - Железный Граф: and centered — the Iron Count, an undefeated arena champion, a towering giant of a man well over seven feet, with massive shoulders, a broad barrel chest and thick corded forearms. His face is hidden behind a riveted iron mask, smooth and featureless save for two narrow dark eye-slits and a grim fused mouth-plate, the metal scarred and dulled by old battle. Pale muscular skin shows at the neck and arms, crossed by faded scars. He wears a studded leather-and-iron harness, heavy pauldrons, a tattered dark cloak, bronze-buckled greaves and worn laced sandals strapped up the shins. One gauntleted fist rests on a notched broadsword. He stands silent and imposing in a torch-lit stone arena, grey sand underfoot, shadowed archways behind. - Лорд Мортимер Вейн: Lord Mortimer Vane in the shadowed stone gallery of a gladiatorial arena at dusk — the whole, torchlit tiered seats and iron railings filling the sides. A tall, gaunt aristocrat in his fifties, pale ivory-cold skin, sharp sunken cheekbones, a thin cruel mouth, and piercing colorless grey eyes beneath heavy brows. Severe silver-streaked black hair swept back, a narrow goatee. He wears a high-collared deep-crimson brocade frock coat over a black waistcoat, white cravat, long black gloves, a heavy raven-crested signet ring, and a wolf-headed ebony cane gripped in one hand. Black trousers tucked into polished knee-high leather riding boots. Cold imperious expression, chin lifted, a faint bloodthirsty half-smile, exuding power and menace.