First time, some guy sprayed some metho at me and I blocked it with my arm... Sometime later he came at me with a lighter while I was talking to someone and set it alight. I this he crapped himself more than me. I just sort of looked at it like a badass while it burned for a few seconds then calmply wiped my other arm across it to put it out... it didn't go out and loosing my bad-ass composure I rubbed up and down a few times to stop it
Reminds me of last winter, still living at Raven road, I'm walking back from a party, and being a costume party, I'd gone as a "Tribal witch-doctor" and used some fire-breathing as part of the act. so, I'm cruising home, dressed in my street clothes again, but still with the facepaint on, and some chavs confront me, and start carrying on, and they're obviously cruising for a fight, so I pull out my flask while they're talking, and pour it all over my wool gloves.
"I'd back down now, if I were you."
"Oooh, what are you gonna do, slap me with your Bacardi glove, Faggot?"
"Bacardi? God no."
I light my lighter between my hands, which results in my gloves bursting rather vigorously into flame.
"Kerosene."
I lunged at the first one, but he ducked the punch and ran, with his mates rapidly following, so I just dunked my gloves in a snow-bank for a few seconds, took them off, shoved my hands in my pockets and carried on home.