Taran growled when Mack passed him. It was then he decided that he would not make it a race, because it was obvious that he would lose. He had forgotten in the short while how fast the smaller demon was, and how much it annoyed him. He could never quite get a good grip on Mack, and it wasn’t just because he was covered in slime.<br/><br/>He followed behind Mack, getting increasingly farther away from the slimy demon. He hopped across the buildings, wings occasionally flapping to keep himself from falling into an alleyway. He nearly tripped, but regained his balance when an arrow whizzed past his face, nearly grazing the tips of his horns. He looked down nervously.<br/><br/>The two reached the outskirts of the town fairly quickly, the houses becoming smaller and more dispersed. The sound of the crowd was quieter was well. Taran was sure they hadn’t lost a majority of the people, but at least they had distanced themselves enough to make a swift getaway. Without any notice, Taran jumped down from the rooftop, gliding to a nearby tree and then safely clambering down.<br/><br/>He looked up to where Mack was and pointed to the woods that weren’t too far off. He spun around to begin walking in the southerly direction, became very dizzy, and barely caught himself before he fell. But they couldn’t waste time, not with the mob after them. He was sure Mack wasn’t in the best shape either, but there would be no rest until they were safely out of range of the town.