Taran craned his neck downwards as his fist swung past its target. His lip curled in frustration at he took a few steps to balance himself after he passed Mack. He narrowly avoided stepping in the puddle of sludge that his opponent had left behind. It was kind of gross, but that's what made the little runt of a thing such a fun combatant.<br/><br/>He wasted no time turning around to face Mack, and found that he was already launching an attack. Taran's yellow eyes widened as he side stepped to the right. The black tar splattered on his other pauldron, some of it flying onto his neck. He made a sort of gagging noise at the idea that some had actually got onto his skin.<br/><br/>Being in the proximity of his burning gauntlet was enough to make the slime harden onto his armor, effectively stopping his upper left arm from moving. He looked down in some sort of disappointment, and then motioned with his three other hands, the armored one still steaming in the drizzle, as if to indicate that Mack would have to do better than that.<br/><br/>Taran twisted his lower set of hands together, and a bright white spark formed which blossomed into a blaze of red flame. Almost mockingly, Taran tossed the ball of fire with a lazy underhand towards Mack, and then followed that one with another in quick succession, this time thrown with much more force.