Paciano was still seeing spots, but he was able to follow his opponents heat signature. He shook blood off his club, letting the droplets land on the floor. The heat had dried most of the blood on his club already. Paciano grinned at the sight of the bleeding Cain. The fire demon's attacks are effectively cauterized any wounds, and while they still hurt like hell, Paciano didn't have to worry about blood loss. He figured if he could wait until the Cain overheated and ran out of blood, and then get the wings.<br/><br/>The fireball hit him in the face, and while it wasn't as intense as the first fireball, it still hurt a lot. The second fireball hit the building next to him, which erupted into flames. Holding onto his face with one hand, he screamed in agony, blindly shuffling backwards. Next thing he knew, there were several sharp stabs into his midriff, deep enough to be worrying. Dark purple blood streamed out, covering the ground.<br/><br/>Still blind, Paciano swung his club once, and then again, hoping to catch his opponent.<br/><br/>---<br/>Mack moved well out of the way of the fireballs, unwilling to be locked up in his own slime again. The fight was intense, and the air was rippling from all the heat. Or at least partially from the heat. There was too much distortion. Two buildings had caught fire, and it was spreading. Several demons were yelling for the fight to stop, some of them starting to cautiously move forward to interfere.