As the smoke from passing through the wall of fire--a thing that left no other mark--eased, the golden leonine figure stretched, gave a long yawn and then relaxed.  With his outflowing breath, his shaped settled, claws receding to sturdy fingernails, incisors easing back just a bit, muscles not so much shrinking as giving the impresion of being not quite so dense anymore.  The most striking chane, though, was in the man's attitude.  A primordial warrior had come through the wall of fire, the paragon of a noble savage.  Though he had not changed height, and it was now clear he was barely five and a half feet, a moment ago one could have easily believed the man would have straightend up and been  seven feet tall.<br/><br/>He gave another breath, offered the elamentalist an easy smile, and save for the feline ears and mane could be just another workman in a tavern about to buy her a drink.   "Evenin' girls.  Nice night for a rumble, looks like you had most of the fun, though."  He glanced at the nearest of the nude winged girls and through her  awink.<br/><br/>"Name's ARslan, may I havee the pleasure?  And do any of you girls know th stealthy chap?"