Mack pulled himself out of what was formerly something that he assumed was a food stall, freeing up the angry stall owner that had been trapped underneath him, and was unhappily covered in a layer of slime. Mack backed away and held up his hands to show he wasn't at fault, but the stall owner seemed to be entirely angry at Taran, along with the growing number of bystanders.<br/><br/>What was Taran<span style="font-style: italic">doing?</span>Mack really didn't know what was going on, but Taran seemed to be having some trouble. He wondered if he should interfere. Did he even want to interfere? Mack wasn't really sure which demon he sided with.<br/><br/>---<br/>Catching his breath from the Cain's kick, Paciano practically lit up as he watched his opponent arm himself. A couple of the bystanders recognized the signature weapons, and he heard a couple of whispers of "Cain." throughout the cloud. Excellent. Paciano was pleased that the onlookers recognized the prestige of his opponent. Mom would be pleased also, once word got out.<br/><br/>"I'm Paciano Iryna," he called out, making sure the crowd could hear. "Sorry, I need your wings."<br/><br/>The Cain had heated up his gauntlet, but for some reason wasn't attacking with it, which confused him. If the armored demon recalled correctly, Cains couldn't fire up for too long before overheating. He pivoted as the demon came at him with his sword, using the momentum to swing his clubbed tail downward to deflect Taran's blade away from his body. He continued pivoting and brought his tail around again, trying to hit the fire demon's gauntlet out of the way so he could get an easy shot with his club.