Taran didn't rejoice in seeing the fireball hit, but instead went straight into his next attack. It was satisfying to listen to the sound of blade biting into flesh, but it was short lived as the club once again came into contact with his side. This time, the angle and force of the impact knocked him to the ground on his good side. Taran felt his other side with two twitchy limbs, and it came away sticky with fresh blood. He looked at Paciano with his big yellow eyes. Could the Iryna see? He wasn't sure, but wanted to catch him as soon as possible.<br/><br/>He rose slowly to his feet, right lower hand planted firmly on his side. He didn't want to cauterize the wounds immediately, lest he waste time attacking his opponent. He spat on the ground, and drew one foot in front of the other. He was about to strike when he heard shouts. He looked towards the direction of the noise. Shit, he'd done it now. He doubted he would hear the end of it. The volume of the people in the nearby crowd increased tenfold, and Taran shuffled nervously. He had to do something about this commoner quickly.<br/><br/>Suddenly, one of the demons broke through the crowd, and a mob followed towards where Paciano and Taran were fighting. He looked at Paciano, and then at the wound on his side, and tightened his grip on his sword. He diverted his attention to the crowd, where people were approaching with weapons. In his lower hands, he created a rope of fire, stretched it, and released the thin wall of fire into the mob. He craned his neck backwards to see where Mack was.