Mack thought he understood most of what Taran said, while still sticking close to him. There were tons of demons around, some who dwarfed Taran in size. Most of them weren't winged, though he noticed one or two winged demons passing by.<br/><br/>He tried to keep his staring to a minimum. It was weird, for the first time, he was staring more than the people around him. Some people gave a passing glance at his slime, but otherwise he was nothing more than a vaguely gross demon walking down a street. It was an odd, although a very welcome experience.<br/><br/>---<br/>From following at a pace of the crowded streets, Paciano Iryna casually surveyed the demon he was following. Pretty convenient, he thought. He was planning to travel way into Marsubisu clan territory to find a pair of wings to bring back home, but what do you know? Just happens to be a Cain in the town he was staying.<br/><br/>He'd inquired around, found the guy in some hospital, and the number of limbs matched up. Good enough for him. And if he got the wrong wings, oh well. He could probably just apologize later.<br/><br/>The Iryna instinct was kicking in, and memories of past fights with Cains flooded Paciano's mind. Bunch of fire. None of them that he'd fought himself, or anyone still alive, for that matter.  Inherited fighting experience, or something. Paciano didn't really care too much about understanding the details, no matter how much mother tried to explain. He knew it helped him fight, and his other siblings could worry about that stuff.<br/><br/>Looked like the Cain was heading to the portals, whoops. Couldn't let him be getting away now. Paciano reached for his back and pulled out his trusty old spiked club. Time to go. Moving foward, he approached the Cain from behind and gave a heavy swing.