As the demon charged towards them, Torrens sighed and muttered a curse. Torrens turned his head to look down at D'Artagnan. "Unless you have a magical sword of demon slaying, then I would recommend that you leg it. That little knife isn't going to do any real harm to this monster." As he looked back to the demon and began plotting his angle of attack, Torrens added, "Besides, all the dwarves are fleeing too. You should probably chase them down. I'll hold back this guy."

As Torrens moved into a battle-ready stance, though, he was still apprehensive about this encounter. The simple technique of burning it before it reached him wouldn't work all that well, so exactly what he did would depend strongly on what the demon did. Would it pick him up? Try to eat him? Slobber lava over him? Stomp on him? Throw him away? He would have to be adaptable.

Before the demon reached him, Torrens pointed his fingers towards the demon's head, took careful aim, and fired two bolts of white-hot plasma at the demon's eyes. It was a long shot- the demon seemed fire-immune, which probably still held true for temperatures a couple thousand degrees above normal, so it wouldn't burn; the eyes were small, erratically moving targets, which would make it a difficult shot even for Torrens; and if the demon had a blink reflex it would probably blink and mitigate a good portion of the damage- but Torrens hoped that the intense energy behind such shots, or even just the very bright light, would at least temporarily stunt its vision.

By now Torrens was out of time and the demon was on top of him, so Torrens sprang into motion, ready to dodge and weave and in general be tricky to catch.