"You're pretty hardy, hm?" Paciano laughed as the Cain whirled around. Generally people went down when he hit them, most of them staying down. Mom had been right, fighting nobles was a whole new level. This demon was some tough stuff, and that reaction time? Beautiful. Paciano ignored all the street vendors staring in horror at the commotion, some of them pulling out weapons of their own. His opponent's slimy companion had been knocked into an adjacent food stall by the Cain's wing, and was looking very upset.<br/><br/>He leaned back as his opponent raked his hand across his face, the claws not quite puncturing the tough, leathery skin. While the skin of his face was not as thick as the skin of his back and arms, Paciano had been blessed with great natural armor all over his body. The fireball was hot enough that he could feel his face erupt with pain, though, and the smell of singed hair filled the air. His vision was blurred for a moment, and Taran's kick took him by surprise. Tough skin or not, it knocked the wind out of him.<br/><br/>Gasping for breath, Paciano reached to grab the fire demon's leg with one hand, using the other hand to swing his club around.