With bold confidence Torrens strutted towards the village, with the orcs cowering from his fiery aura. Torrens laughed haughtily. These orcs were no match for him. He would burn their village to the ground and the Horde would be able to march through unmolested, all thanks to him. His plan was working well. Too well, perhaps.

That was when Torrens saw the shaman, with skin of stone, breath of smoke and claws of molten metal. The sight of this shaman wiped the smile right of Torrens' face, not because of the shaman's intimidating form, or his strength or speed, but because-
"Why do they always have to be BLOODY FIRE-PROOF!" Torrens shouted in exasperation.
Not one to give up without trying, though, Torrens aimed his fingers at the charging shaman and shot three fire bolts in quick succession. He also lowered himself into a fighting stance, ready to dodge aside as needed.

Then came a person who caught him off guard. [i]D'Artagnan? What the hell is that rabbit doing?[/i] were Torrens' initial thoughts when he saw D'Artagnan advancing on him, out from the orc ranks. Then realisation struck. [i]He looks fine though... hang on, if he's fine, then he didn't need help, and... aw damn it.[/i] However, Torrens did not have time to consider the error of his choice, as the shaman was approaching fast and would be bearing down on him at any moment.

((I'll cover my reaction to D'Artagnan after I deal with the initial clash of the shaman))