[center][color=6ecff6][h3]G A B R I E L[/h3][/color][/center]

Gabriel hadn't escaped life on the streets for nothing, who he was with every fiber of his being was carefully and meticulously groomed to be a performer [i]however[/i] he was no garish entertainer nor was he some jester or fool. 

[i]Nay[/i] he was a swordsman and a damned good one, his hands were quick to play with the basket hilt of his fine rapier as he listened to Mister White. A habitual tick if you will as Aurora might have guessed, yet now it meant something different, it was a challenge. It was a dare to draw, to cross steel. And then he did.

[i]Shing[/i]

Blade flashing in the low light of the spectator seating the shine of his rapier was like a star against a night sky, it's hum like a dissonant melody that slowly faded. 

Wordlessly the bard leapt into the circus ring, onto the dirt floor deftly rolling to his feet before the likes of Mister White with a bow [color=6ecff6]"I will share my talent sir,"[/color] he threw off his vest looking to the audience [color=6ecff6]"A duel, a show of arms but I will need an opponent..."[/color] it was as much of a challenge as it was a request, but who would answer it's call?