Sinestro dashed forward, cradling an AK-47 and wearing a khaki shirt and pants over his uniform.  He was still out of place, but he might be mistaken for a man wearing red face pain or covered in blood.  The Prince didn't know how to use a gun beyond turning off the safety and pulling the trigger.  Fortunately, the destroyed castle was a bountiful cornucopia of cover, and he could easily get into an exposed hall.<br/><br/>Sinestro crouched and snuck through the corridors, trying to get up close to the mercenaries, where he could flank them and disarm them with his martial arts.  If the rebels were attacking at the same time, he might just be able to do so without being spotted.  ...Assuming that one of them didn't fire an RPG into the crowd of mercenaries and injure him with the shrapnel.  Sinestro liked being without his powers.  It reminded him just how strong he really was.