Torrens shrugged and followed the rabbit as he cut through the dwarves. The numbers of dwarves did indeed appear to be thinning, although the tactical withdrawal of the dwarves into more fortifiable locations would be just as big a factor as the dwarven soldiers which were being slain. Now that D'Artagnan was out from behind dwarven lines, he would find that there were almost no dwarves in his way. The dwarves were fighting for defense, not offense. They had little reason to overstep their blockades, as doing so would only weaken their lines.

On this side of the battlefront, the lines were being pressed by Clotho's insect army. D'Artagnan would be weaving around the legs of the ant-like Myrmidon foot-soldiers, navigating around the large bodies of the besieging Antlions and seeing the sleek forms of the Lambent flying high in the lofty cavern. As for the other members of the Horde, they seemed to be rather sparse. Torrens had glimpsed Balothiss charging the dwarven lines with a fury befitting a giant, and he had also spotted Clotho flying to some deeper part of the city, although he hadn't seen any other members of the Horde. Either they were fighting elsewhere and he had missed them, or they were still standing around in that cave like cowards. He remembered seeing Twitch down in the lower mines with some vats of something nasty-looking, so Torrens wondered when, if ever, those chemicals would be used on the outpost.

Torrens followed D'Artagnan's wolf-back search for more dwarves to kill. He considered it ironic that a rabbit would be riding a wolf, an animal which would probably be more content to eat the rabbit, although this wolf definitely seemed more intelligent than just any old animal. As they rounded a corner, they were met by billowing fire. When the fire stopped a dwarven flamethrower, flanked by two pikemen, could be seen standing their ground at the far end of the alleyway. To enter the alleyway would mean going face to face with a long, wide jet of burning oil from the flamethrower.

"Did you want me to take this one, or shall I watch you become roast rabbit?" Torrens asked.