Mack looked confused as the fire demon kneeled down, wondering what happened. Then he heard the sizzling of flesh and realized the larger demon had just cauterized his wounds. "What the<span style="font-style: italic">fuck</span>?" he said, face incredulous. Looking closer, Mack noticed Taran wasn't wincing in pain and he could still seem to retain a fair range of movements, but Mack still wondered if that display of machismo was really necessary.<br/><br/>At Taran's comment, Mack touched his own sword wound at his side, the stitches still fresh. Time to see if they would still hold. He watched as Taran made the leap, using his wings to glide. Gauging the distance to the next roof, Mack backed up and then broke into a running start, pushing off the roof with a powerful jump. Mack never knew what it was like to have wings, but he figured if he did, his legs would have helped him take off from the ground.<br/><br/>He cleared the jump easily, landing past Taran. The smaller demon held his momentum and dashed ahead at his casual speed, moving across the next few buildings and hopping to the next section of buildings. He took a look over his shoulder to check on the bigger demon, making sure that the idiot wouldn't keel over from what looked to be at least second degree burns.