With a cry of triumph at knocking his opponent down, Paciano advanced on the fire demon. However, the demon propelled himself out of the way before the Iryna was able to get a good solid hit on him, much to his disappointment. Huffing, he moved towards the fire demon, but before he could even register the demon moving past him, he felt a searing pain move down his back.<br/><br/>Paciano howled. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air, and the demon reeled from feeling this much pain. This...this wasn't right. At the temperatures the Cain was holding to burn through several layers of thick skin this quickly, there was no way he should have been able to sustain it for so long without overheating. Experience told him that.<br/><br/>Gasps and protests erupted from the crowd as Taran pulled up his fireball, but nobody was yet willing to get close. Whirling around to hit the spot where Taran was with his club, Paciano got a direct shot of fire to his chest, his vision going white.  While bystanders scrambled for cover from the flames, the armored demon followed the heat source and swung his tail and club again, going for the middle of the torso.