[It was, almost literally, a dance. His clothing spun about him, his arms shifting into forms that could be seen as defensive and offensive in the warrior, and also as elegant extensions and retractions in the artist. His pupils were narrow, cat-like slits, bright and golden in the light of the fire.
He spun one way, fire lashing out, sometimes taking shapes as it did so - snake, vine, dragon, others. It was as much an exercise in control as it was one of exploration and muscle strengthening.
He finished in an elongated pose, like the finishing strike of a sword's blade, fire flaring and then disappearing, leaving him in the dim light of stars and what few lamps there were along the main path of the park.]