Without hesitation, the shaman charged into the path of his fireballs, reached out, and caught the orbs of fiery energy one by one. Through virtue of his unnatural hands or a rather impressive amount of magic. he had somehow managed to prevent the fireballs from simply exploding upon contact. Smashing them together in the crushing grip of his stony hands, the combined fireball grew even bigger as he added his own energy to it.

He hurled the projectile back at Torrens and the resulting explosion shook the ground and sent the dry, dusty earth billowing into the air. It was during this time that D'Artagne managed to find Torrens as the dust began to settle and subside, but hardly a few moments passed before the hulking figure of the shaman came flying into sight. He seemed intent on grappling with the demon and fighting in close range, his hate-filled eyes practically boring holes through Torrens. Fortunately, he seemed to not pay any heed to D'Artagne; he was so preoccupied that he might not have even realized the rabbitman was there.