Torrens was having a ball, burning through the dwarves who could do little to stop him. He gratefully absorbed the blasts of fire which the Master had sent his way. All was well, until suddenly the explosives where picked up by a great gale, scattered throughout the dwarven lines, and detonated by a stray fireball. The intense concussive blast threw him backwards, although rather than fly into the rest of the Horde he found he was stopped by a wall of solid stone which hadn't been there before. The impact, which would have smeared any creature of flesh across the wall, forcibly extracted many megajoules of thermal energy from Torrens.

When the smoke cleared, Torrens could see that the explosion had slain all the dwarves, many of them reduced to chunks of flesh scattered across the cave. Surprisingly, the stones walls were not even scratched by the explosion, and walls had risen in place to separate the rest of the Horde from the explosion, which seemed to suggest to him that this had been an intentional act of magic to kill the dwarves.

Although whichever bastard had done it didn't bother to think that he might have needed protection too.

Regardless, Torrens needed to focus on the present. The way to the dwarven settlement was clear, and Torrens needed to find something to burn. There would surely be a few forges in the settlement. Not waiting for the rest of the Horde to emerge from behind their wall, Torrens headed off at a jog into the settlement.