The gigantic demon crashing through the buildings was a bit of a surprise to Torrens. He guessed it must have been summoned by the Master to wreak havoc on the outpost, although it seemed that yet again the Master had overlooked potential severe collateral damage. The gargantuan demon had paused in its charge to some tunnel and seemed to take a moment to reassess its course of action, before turning and searching the streets, its eyes resting on Torrens. It seemed angry, vengeful, all signs of a demon who had just broken free from enslavement.

Torrens sighed. This towering demon with glowing incandescence and sulphurous breath was almost certainly immune to fire. "I hate fireproof enemies," he muttered to himself.

With fighting likely to be incredibly inefficient, Torrens decided to try the diplomatic approach. Cupping his hand around his mouth to project his voice to be heard by the gargantuan demon, he called out, "Hello there, fellow demon. Shall we go slaughter some dwarves together? Hundreds of innocent townspeople must be cowering around here somewhere, ripe for the butchering. Easy pickings, eh?"