The white hot pain engulfing Void was the only thing he could focus on, under the weight of a mere human he wriggled to free himself. The flames had already done their damage, and Void was infuriated. He escaped the reach of the flames with severe burns all over his body, the less serious ones already healing themselves, the worse ones would take time, but they would fade. Void ran to a safe distance and removed the his now on fire sleeves. After the rage had passed Void found it rather funny how these worms insisted on killing him, he chuckled to himself and turned to where the assaulting team was. It looked as if he dissipated and appeared behind the men, in a cacophony of blood none of the men were left intact. But Void's blood lust was not yet satisfied, and the screams of agony only increased the temptation to return to the battlefield, now drenched in blood and covered in burns Void ran full tilt back to the ensuing carnage.