He slowly tied his hair back tightly into the style of his people. Staring himself in the face, his reflection showed the sheer joy and anticipation he was feeling. After another second of mental preparation and exciting himself,
he stepped slowly out onto the stage.
Five torches, symbolizing each of his limbs and his head, were positioned in a star formation around him.
Slowly he sloughed off the long cape he wore, and bowed, saluting the crowd with the customary bow of the Fire Nation.
Then he was airborne. Spread-eagled pointing to each of he five torches he shot bursts of flame igniting each. Before he began to fall he flipped and blasted fire straight at the ground, propelling himself into another series of flips, fire trailing his heels until he slammed his feet flat against the ground, spreading orange flames in a ring to the edges of the stage, where he cut them off, dispersing them harmlessly. As this happened, the torches representing his legs flared high, turning a bright yellow.
As they died down, he punched rapidly, shooting many small fireballs that, instead of dissipating,
began tracing around his body, forming rings around his ankles and wrists, still in motion. Then, as if realizing a sudden threat, he turns to face the audience and flings the flames toward them, only just whipping them upwards and creating a gigantic ball of flame, hovering above the audience. He clenches his fists and the ball explodes, sending a shower of sparks down, flickering ever so happily. Without hesitating, he throws his fists toward the ground, making a similar flurry of sparks that instead of winking out, stay suspended in air, burning and twinkling like stars in the night sky. The two torches for his arms flare into a bright red, and slowly die down as the sparks around him do.
Then his head torch flares. He tilts his head back and screams, blasting fire toward the heavens and curling it back on itself making a ball of fire, constantly moving, looking almost like an orange spherical waterfall. He cuts off his breath from this and the fireball extinguishes itself quickly. He then blows rings of fire from his mouth, as if smoke from a pipe, and quickly changes from rings to spheres, then cubes, and so on until he has shown every shape he can think of. He takes a deep breath, gathering strength and control, and exhales, blowing such a huge amount of fire that the trail seems to go on for yards. Then suddenly it takes shape, growing a dragon's head at the front and wings and arms. As he closes his mouth, a tail escapes from it, as if escaping from a prison which had held it. He collapses suddenly but the torches around him flare up into a bright blue flame.
The dragon whirls on him. He slowly stands and assumes a loose stance with his palms up. He quickly starts a modified Camilliphant Strut, a dance that had recently been repopularized, and makes his way toward the dragon. He allows the torches to continue to surge higher and higher, and the dragon begins to coil upwards, its center on him. He shoots a spout of flames through the dragon's coils mixing with the blast the dragon itself had shot simultaneously. His blast fades and the dragon continues in its spiral. He quickly pivots a full spin with his hands outstretched; the dragon bursts into miniature flames, falling into the much larger flames burning on the torches.
His shoulders relax, his knees bend and his feet widen. He begins sliding along, first on one foot then the other, almost skating over the stage, a thin layer of flames under his feet. His foot stops, he pitches forward and catches himself one-
handed, suspended only on that arm. He begins to rotate himself, spinning on a pool of fire under his hand, kicking up flames around him until he is covered in them, unable to be seen. He emerges at the peak of his flaming cyclone, appearing to hover. Then he extends both arms and throws back his head in a primal roar, spuming flames from each limb, flames of red yellow and blue.
His landing was swift. The tornado dissipated; left him to fall with nothing supporting him. As he plummeted he only grinned at his audience. Thrusting his arms toward the ground, an exposion rocks the stage, and the torches flare and burn out. When the smoke cleared, nothing was left on the stage but the smoking cinders in the torch brackets.