Watching the not insubstantial force of orcs assemble outside their village, Torrens was starting to have second thoughts about his plan. While the part of the plan where he distracted the entire village to the point that sneaking through would be trivial had worked, he had failed to properly consider his own exit strategy. "Well, I asked for a fight and I got one," Torrens said to himself. He stopped running in his arc and turned to face his challengers, crouching down to prepare to sprint towards them. "Bring it on."

In a burst of speed, Torrens charged towards the dozen orcs who were approaching him. About 10 meters away he brought up his hands and shot two of the orcs with fire bolts while maintaining his charge. Just before he was about to collide with the group he feigned to the right then tackled an orc to his left, smothering that orc in excruciating flesh-melting heat before letting it go. At this point the other orcs closest to Torrens would probably try to strike him down, but to their dismay or even horror they would find that their weapons failed to wound this demon among them. Torrens would get knocked around a little, but that didn't concern him. Now inside the scrum, Torrens released a cone of fire from each of his hands and spun around, engulfing the group in orange flames which weren't particularly hot but still enough to make hair, fabric and maybe even flesh alight.

Then Torrens inhaled. The fire on any of the orcs which hadn't scattered after his last attack, however small, grew in size and ferocity until they covered the entire body of the affected orcs, immolating them. Torrens took a moment to stand there and savour the heat, walking up to each of the burning bodies in turn, since he would need every joule he could get if he was going to have the best chance of making it out of this fight. All the while, he was oblivious to the archers above who were aiming their arrows at him.