The scent of burning flesh and an acrid smoke hung over the streets where Torrens battled, remorselessly immolating the dwarves who manned the barricades. Charred skeletons and ashes where all that Torrens left in his wake as he tore through the dwarven blockades, restoring any lost strength from the flames which burned his foes. With the dwarves' formation falling apart, the rest of the city would be much more penetrable to the rest of the Horde's forces.

As Torrens approached another barricaded street, he gleefully hurled fireballs at the lines of soldiers and in through the windows where dwarves were shooting down at him. However, he stopped when he noticed that something, or someone, was killing dwarves at the back of the group. As the flanked pikemen turned to face this new threat Torrens took the opportunity to shoot them in the backs with fire bolts. Assaulted from both sides by competent fighters, the dwarves were swiftly slain, and emerging from the press of stocky dwarven bodies was- a rabbit?

Torrens had to stare for a second before he could believe his eyes. Yes, the mysterious fighter was a rabbit. An anthropomorphic rabbit with a blood-soaked sword, but still a rabbit. Torrens bent down so he could get closer and said to the rabbitfolk swordsman, "You're even shorter than the dwarves. Are you new or have you just been hiding behind other people all this time?"