Taran smiled as his gauntlet hit Paciano's side, but cursed when the larger demon flitted away. He let out a frustrated growling noise, and turned only so slightly before he realized what was happening. He felt his feet go out from under him, and then the whole world shifted perspective. He landed headfirst on the ground with a larger noise than he had hoped, and momentarily he saw stars. His back followed, and his wings crumpled awkwardly beneath him. He made a noise of protest before pushing upwards with his wings, propelling himself forwards and just out of range of the giant club tail.<br/><br/>He swung around Paciano and slashed at his back with his red hot fist. Taran was dizzy, and incredibly angry. He backed into the crowd of people, and they scattered due to the heat he was giving off. He rolled his injured arm experimentally, and conjured a large ball of flame, which definitely was not something he wanted to do so close.<br/><br/>He toyed with it in his hand and then craned his arm back, and flung it with all his force, causing it to shoot towards Paciano. That wouldn't do wonders for the leyline, but he wasn't sure quite what he could do to not damage it. It wasn't even his fault. He wasn't that in tune with any sort of magical essence or whatever, but due to the souring looks in the crowd it wasn't a good sign.