Some will say that he dances while others will say that he is a warrior. The horned beast rushes upon the man in a habit of light, the latter dodges it, almost always, at the last moment. The world around cheers the man as much as the beast in this fight where the blood comes to cover the thin embroideries of heavy gold on the shoulders of the hero. The camber of the bullfighter is accentuated at each passage of the beast, just as the animal's neck leans to attack better. This macabre art continues for long steps of improvised dance, the cape twirls, and man is no longer man.