Mack figured now was probably not the best time to ask questions about what had just happened, or why there was a sudden mob after his would be guide. While Taran was climbing up, he focused on other climbers, shaking globs of slime into the faces of anyone who got too close to the roof for his liking. While his slime wasn't poisonous, it would still be unpleasant in the eyes, nostrils, and mouths of the pursuing demons, or so he hoped, as Mack wasn't really sure if these demons even had the same anatomy. For some of the demons closest to Taran, the fire demon's residual heat hardened the slime to the shiny laquer-like form.<br/><br/>After a close miss with a spear, Mack decided it would be wiser to withdraw from the edge of the roof. Taran had made it over, anyway. He gave a look at Taran, surveying his injuries. That was...a lot of blood. Injury wise, Mack still hadn't fully recovered from his battle with Taran, but he was confident enough in his agility that he could outmaneuver the mob. Taran, though, Mack wasn't sure.<br/><br/>Mack wondered if he had made a mistake in siding with the fire demon. Would the mob help him home if he turned Taran in?<br/><br/>He sighed. Eh, too late for that now.<br/><br/>He looked around for possible escape routes, something he was very used to doing with Taran, though right now he very much wished it was back to the days were larger demon was trying to kill him. "We might be able to run along the roofs through there, but there's a couple large gaps." He pointed the route out to Taran. It was probably not south, but it was away from the mob. "How well can you move?"