Taran grinned as he felt his gauntlet sink into Paciano's flesh. He didn't think he'd have the power to get it all the way through, but with the added heat combined with the sharp metal of the gauntlet, it cut through the skin like butter. He drew his gauntlet out of Paciano's back, blood and skin sizzling on the steel. The smell hit his nose and he crinkled his face. Yuck.<br/><br/>When the fireball made the direct hit, Taran thought the tables might have turned. He saw everyone fleeing, and therefore made his approach towards Paciano. He pulled a face of surprise mixed with horror when Paciano's tail came swinging for him. He managed to dodge the tail, but he was a bit late on the uptake when it came to the club. The spikes bit into the flesh of his torso, painfully dragging through. He was grateful it hadn't been any lower where he could've been disemboweled, but all the same he made a terrible howling noise when he was hit. His knees buckled as he was drawn through, one hand pressed firmly against his side.<br/><br/>He was determined to stay up, not willing to be on the ground again, especially with that tail of Paciano's always looming. He took a small step forward, blood dripping from the wounds that he had sustained. Eager to not be very close to Paciano, he fired off two small blasts of fire, half the size of the previous ones. One went for Paciano's head, while the other went wide, and Taran already knew it would miss and hit one of the buildings. Oops.<br/><br/>The air quivered where Taran stood, and he took a few nervous steps forward lunging and delivering a few quick jabs with his sword at his larger opponent. His side and shoulder stung and screamed in protest.