Seeing Taran make his fireball, Mack took this as his cue to take off, heading deeper in the woods. He didn't stop to look back, but the red flickers and roaring of the fire was impossible to miss. It was spreading quickly, from the looks of it. Mack was impressed. For his condition, the fire demon still had an impressive amount of magic left in him, and the quick demon allotted a few respect points for his fellow fugitive. Not that he would ever let the guy know.<br/><br/>Dodging under some kind of conifer, Mack found himself at the banks of a wide river. The water was clear, and it seemed shallow enough to wade through, though Mack wasn't sure if that was just a trick of the water. Steeling himself, Mack stepped in. Fuck, that was cold. He took another step so that he was knee deep into the water, and waited for Taran to catch up.