Summer 20th, 506 AV.
As the dawn broke, Quzon had already been wide awake to welcome Syna bring the new day. He had awoken early to get to The Wrestling Ring in the early hours of the day, before anyone would come to train or start a match. He enjoyed using the location to train because it allowed him to use his elements far from others. At first light, he greeted the sun with a fire of his own, tapping into the deep sea of his soul to concentrate on his djed, with his outstretched hands shifting in a slow circle, he commanded his djed into being emitted from his palms in a vibrantly ethereal green glowing fog. The res ebbed out slowly until it was long trailing cloud as big and long as medium-sized snake. He motioned his hand to have the gaseous cloud floating two feet away from his body.
A smirk pulled at his lips as he started to conjure his will into being in the form of fire through his res. "Burn.." He spoke aloud in Myrian, ignited the transmutation of the outer layer of res in the form of a burning snake like flame. Quzon motioned his hand forward to send the snake flying through the area away from him, the flaming tail of his res dancing like some fiery velispar. Quzon made sure not to send it too far away from his body less it leave his range of control. "Dance" The incantation was a simple one as he willed his res into rising into the sky in a drill like pattern, twirling like a tornado.
As he did so, Quzon slapped his thighs with both of his hand while puffing out his chest. The motion was quickly followed by sudden bend at his knees. It looked like a rough random action, but as he stomped his feet it was clear he was moving to some made up rhythm in his head. The random vigorous movements and stomping were as good a dance as he could do. Sure, it would be embarrassing if anyone witnessed it. But this was how he felt like training. The mixed blood would dance for Myri.
The heat of the fire warmed his skin, just like that of the touch of the new days sun as he motioned a hand, towards himself. The trail of fire started to orbit his body two feet away from his body. He enjoyed the use of Fire Spinning as his daily practice. It meant he did not have to harm anyone but himself. Quzon held out his right forearm while his left leg repeatedly stomped a rhythmic beat into the ground, using his arm as an obstacle for his flame to dance around in tune to his stomps.
The Fire Dancer needed to get used to the Res control of a long ribbion of fire. He kept his breaching calm as he moved the flame closer to his arm, he made a slight misstep in being too direct, causing it to brush within an inch of his arm. It caused a lick of flame to singe at his forearm which did burn, but he did not retract his arm. It was a mistake that he would use as a lesson to not feel that pain.
A smirk pulled at his lips as he started to conjure his will into being in the form of fire through his res. "Burn.." He spoke aloud in Myrian, ignited the transmutation of the outer layer of res in the form of a burning snake like flame. Quzon motioned his hand forward to send the snake flying through the area away from him, the flaming tail of his res dancing like some fiery velispar. Quzon made sure not to send it too far away from his body less it leave his range of control. "Dance" The incantation was a simple one as he willed his res into rising into the sky in a drill like pattern, twirling like a tornado.
As he did so, Quzon slapped his thighs with both of his hand while puffing out his chest. The motion was quickly followed by sudden bend at his knees. It looked like a rough random action, but as he stomped his feet it was clear he was moving to some made up rhythm in his head. The random vigorous movements and stomping were as good a dance as he could do. Sure, it would be embarrassing if anyone witnessed it. But this was how he felt like training. The mixed blood would dance for Myri.
The heat of the fire warmed his skin, just like that of the touch of the new days sun as he motioned a hand, towards himself. The trail of fire started to orbit his body two feet away from his body. He enjoyed the use of Fire Spinning as his daily practice. It meant he did not have to harm anyone but himself. Quzon held out his right forearm while his left leg repeatedly stomped a rhythmic beat into the ground, using his arm as an obstacle for his flame to dance around in tune to his stomps.
The Fire Dancer needed to get used to the Res control of a long ribbion of fire. He kept his breaching calm as he moved the flame closer to his arm, he made a slight misstep in being too direct, causing it to brush within an inch of his arm. It caused a lick of flame to singe at his forearm which did burn, but he did not retract his arm. It was a mistake that he would use as a lesson to not feel that pain.
