Taran cursed as his opponent's tail knocked his blade down. Wasting no time, he distanced himself far enough away from Paciano so that when his tail came down again, it missed him. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then decided that maybe playing it safe wasn't the best of ideas.<br/><br/>He looked up when he heard mention of a part of his last name- which was a horrible sign, and when Paciano began to speak, in a very loud voice this time. He raised a black eyebrow skeptically. The name was familiar, though. He knew a bit about Irynas, mostly through the mess they had made in Marsubisu territory. Troublemakers, Taran thought sourly as he pointed his sword at Paciano. As for the wings thing, well, that was not going to happen. The apology was humorous, though, and Taran found himself cracking a nervous smile.<br/><br/>He peered behind him and saw the angry stall owner that Mack had released, and he swallowed uncomfortably. This wasn't good. He knew if he was keeping this up, he would break something for a good long while. He just hoped that it wasn't going to be too soon, because the townsfolk did not look friendly.<br/><br/>His the metal bits of Taran's gauntlet tinkled as he flexed his hand. With short notice, he rushed Paciano and jumped, attempting to deliver a fiery and searing undercut to Paciano's jaw. He followed up with another blow, this time to Paciano's side as he lost momentum of his jump.