Paciano fumbled around, but several hands grabbed at him and hauled him away from his opponent, and he could feel a rush of bodies charging past him. He shouted, thrashing his tail in anger, but it failed to deter the bystanders as before. They were too mad to care this time, and the sea of bodies pushed him further and further back.<br/><br/>Cursing, he tried to get at his opponent, but there were too many people in the way.<br/>---<br/>Fire burned everwhere.<br/><br/>Mack didn't particularly like fire, he really didn't feel like getting his limbs locked up by the heat and his own slime, and also he was shorter than everyone else in the crowd; so he had scampered onto a roof to watch the show. He still had no idea what was going on, but this didn't seem like a typical demon duel, even by Taran standards. The fire demon wasn't looking so hot. Mack hadn't seen him that bloody since the time they fought in that parking garage.<br/><br/>He sat there watching Taran try to fend the mob off and sighed. As much as Taran had been an enemy for so long, Mack needed him at least as long as he could find someone in the demon world who was considerably more sane - which considering what he had seen of the world so far, might be impossible. Letting slime ball up in his hands, Mack carefully lobbed a couple of tar balls at the mob members closest to Taran.