The glory and destruction of Torrens' battle was rudely interrupted by the hail of arrows. He turned to see the archers positioned above the valley, who had already released their next volley. One or two arrows he could ignore, but this continuous barrage could prove deadly.

With a shortage of immediate cover, Torrens decided he needed to make his own. With a sweeping motion, Torrens conjured a wall of fire between himself and the archers, obscuring himself from view and allowing him to sidestep the arrows. Given a moment's respite, Torrens prepared another fireball of a similar sort as his first one. With the firebomb ready in his hand, Torrens allowed the wall of fire to fade just enough for him to see where the archers were. With his target in sight, Torrens lobbed the fireball, which streaked through the sky and landed right in the midst of the archers.

This particular fireball exploded into a wave of slightly sticky flames, which would cover all the archers in fire and set them alight. With the clifftop ablaze and the archers dealt with, Torrens dispelled the wall of fire and turned back to orc warriors. He rubbed his hands together and walked towards them with a sadistic grin on his face. "OK, who's next? I'm hungry."