<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/barbarian_by_la__boheme-d6xc4fq22223333444_zpsrsqomeyv.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>Gabriel Bersk  </em><br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>:<em>55/55</em><br/><hr/><br/>So far, Rushiya was pushing all the wrong buttons with the ill-tempered barbarian. Years of struggling against his very nature had him remain collected, but there was a slight strain in the way Gabriel's mouth drew into a narrow line. "Don't worry about me, princess," he said, shifting back in his seat a little. His bare arms crossed loosely before his chest, the golden hue of his irises flared up slightly as he took in the facial features of the exotic temporary leader of this ragtag bunch of misfits. "I can look after myself just fine. Why don't you stick to worrying about not falling too far behind, eh?"<br/><br/>It wasn't particularly friendly, and probably not the best way to start off with this new ally of sorts. So rather than lingering on the arrogance of the Triton he shifted his focus to the female fighter, realizing with a dismissive thought that he hadn't complied to her earlier request to move. He wasn't about to either, not just because he saw no reason to acknowledge her hint at mistrust - she also had quite the nice backside to look at, to be fair. She seemed feisty, and briefly Gabriel felt a hint of concern that he<em>would</em>have to prove himself against the swordfighter; eight years spent on the icy plains of Everwinter, surrounded by none but his own brethren had left him a little rusty where the fairer half of all humanoids were involved. And even though Loap didn't appear to be your average fair maiden or farmer's daughter, she was most distinctly a<em>woman</em>, not to mention the servant-turned-team member, who was very distinctly feminine. All together it was enough to make Gabriel feel a bit out of his comfort zone; being outnumbered by women just wasn't something he was used to anymore. It was why initially, he wholeheartedly welcomed Lucan's invitation to spar with him.<br/><br/>Of course, Gabriel had some doubts concerning the man's physique; he was far from weak, but Gabriel's male tribe members were typically built like tree trunks and they had a tendency to treat one another as equally sturdy when fighting was involved. Lucan had something slightly more refined about him, something Gabriel didn't really recognize, although it was difficult to not like it. "If you're sure," was his somewhat clumsy answer. His hand rubbed the back of his neck, a moment before becoming aware of it and folding his arms together once more. "I don't mean to injure you before we completed this - " a noncommittal gesture of the hand ensued - "This<em>mission</em>."<br/><br/>It appeared that Lucan was all too comfortable with the prospect of matching his strength with the barbarian though, as he cast Gabriel a winning smile that he wasn't quite sure to interpret, but that made the northerner reposition himself in his chair with apparent discomfort. His eyes shifted to Loap again, although he could not see her facial expression. "Although if the lady insists,  it would be rude to deny her."