Taran's relief was short lived, seeing as he was now faced with an angry mob than a singular opponent. He looked back and forth nervously as the crowd advanced on him. However, he didn't miss a beat in shooting a cheeky grin at Paciano's fading form. He moved forward experimentally, and a of the townsfolk fled from the heat. He extended his wings reflexively, making himself appear bigger than the people surrounding him in the mob. He was about to shred some of the ones that got too close, but two of them were downed by the familiar, blackish tar substance.<br/><br/>He looked in the direction of where it had originated, and his eyes locked on Mack. Good, at least he had a friend in this unfortunate time. With renewed energy, Taran shoved a few of the mob members down roughly, carving a path through bodies in order to get to his companion. He wasn't very good at climbing, but a few powerful flaps of his wings- one not exactly working ideally, allowed him to hoist himself lopsidedly up onto a window sill, and then he clambered up onto the roof. The mob followed, angrily, and he had to kick his feet to make sure he wasn't impaled in any unfortunate place by the angered townspeople.<br/><br/>When he was up on the roof, he took a few moments to inspect his wounds, feeling his side sting and burn. His shoulder pain was reduced to a dull ache with the occasional smart, but he figured the injuries weren't the worst of his problems. He dragged himself over to Mack and tried to meet his eyes. "Sorry about your trip back home, it's going to have to wait. We need to leave," he said urgently, loud enough over the mob. In a more hushed tone, he added, "South, there's another portal. We just have to sneak past, um," he peered over the roof briefly, "the entire town."