07-26-2009, 01:52 PM
Masquerade nodded to the gentleman taking the cakes. "Thank you very much, sir." He smiled at the excited noble. "Well, I hope you're prepared for a show." The baker drew his rapier slowly so that the sound of the metal sliding against the sheath was drawn out and exaggerated. He held the slim, silver blade in front of him. The handle was silver like the blade with several thick, intricate rods were bent and woven around the handle. They gleamed with in a combination of pale moonlight and the reborn light of the sun.
"I hope you're prepared for a masterpiece of combat," Masquerade spoke, his voice saturated in anticipation. He faced the empty street in the opposite direction of his spectators. He bent his head and concentration and spoke an incantation. "Bear witness to the articulated precision of destruction: Etincelle Fleur!" The baker leapt elegantly into the air swinging his rapier one way, a fine red powder falling from the blade. He continued zipping through the air, swinging his blade left and right, more powder falling, condensing in the air. When he swung for the final time, Masquerade landed on the ground gracefully. He held the blade of his rapier to his mouth and with a quick movement, bit it. The sound of teeth against steel was like a detonator. The powder ignited instantly forming a mass of fire in place of the powder cloud. Of course, it didn't stop there. The fires created by the explosion started forming into flowers--the untame flame blooming forth like a bud in the morning when the first rays of the sun touch it ever so gently.
The baker waited for the technique to fade away, and then waited for a response from his new friend.
"I hope you're prepared for a masterpiece of combat," Masquerade spoke, his voice saturated in anticipation. He faced the empty street in the opposite direction of his spectators. He bent his head and concentration and spoke an incantation. "Bear witness to the articulated precision of destruction: Etincelle Fleur!" The baker leapt elegantly into the air swinging his rapier one way, a fine red powder falling from the blade. He continued zipping through the air, swinging his blade left and right, more powder falling, condensing in the air. When he swung for the final time, Masquerade landed on the ground gracefully. He held the blade of his rapier to his mouth and with a quick movement, bit it. The sound of teeth against steel was like a detonator. The powder ignited instantly forming a mass of fire in place of the powder cloud. Of course, it didn't stop there. The fires created by the explosion started forming into flowers--the untame flame blooming forth like a bud in the morning when the first rays of the sun touch it ever so gently.
The baker waited for the technique to fade away, and then waited for a response from his new friend.
![[Image: Makasiggey.gif]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/dragoon6107/Makasiggey.gif)
~Death is Sweet. Embrace it.~
Thank you, Dwaggy, for the signature~!
