Torrens, in stumbling around blind then going to the burning town hall, had disoriented himself somewhat. He figured that finding the main road and joining the fight again should be easy enough, but instead of finding the main road he came across a noble mansion. This seemed to be a reasonable enough target, for any nobility would have to be supplanted in order to capture the town, so he approached.

As he got near, though, he realized that someone had beat him to it. Bodies littered the road up to the manor, killed by either blunt trauma, a blade or fire, and some sort of wooden watchtower had been reduced to cinders. He was about to continue up the road when there were shouts from behind him. He spun around to see a group of four soldiers who were approaching the manor, and had spotted him. Two of them wielded crossbows, but before they could fully raise them Torrens had already dispatched the two with well-aimed fire bolts. The other two bore wooden shields and halberds. Torrens tried shooting them as well, but they blocked with their shields and charged.

Torrens calmly stood his ground and let them approach. Once they were only five meters away he stretched out a hand and threw forth a spurt of fire, which crept underneath the soldiers' shields and licked at their legs. This stopped their charge and made them drop to the ground in pain due to the burns on their legs. Torrens exploited this opening and lunged forwards, pushing one halberd aside, nicking himself on the other halberd (which cost Torrens a small line of yellow flame) and bringing himself into arm's reach of the two soldiers. There he grabbed the faces of the two soldiers with his hands in an unpleasant yet efficient killing blow. The soldiers had a fraction of a second in which to utter a tortured scream before Torrens' hands melted through their faces and killed them.

The reinforcements dead, Torrens jogged up the road to the manor and found Balothiss the Half-Giant attempting to gain entry. Balothiss seemed to be rather battered, but not yet worn down. "Hello there. Nice job clearing the way here," Torrens greeted.

He looked to the door of the manor. It was made of thick, sturdy, reinforced wood, and very likely barricaded on the other side in an attempt to keep the rampaging half-giant outside. Balothiss, even with his great strength, would probably be battering against the door for a while before breaking through. "Let me get that for you," he offered.

He walked up to a door and pushed himself shoulder first into the far right side of the door. The wood in contact with his body burned ferociously and completely, leaving behind only the noncombustible impurities, allowing his hand to steadily progress deeper into the wood until, after several seconds, he broke through. What he also broke through were the hinges of the door, and the heavy bar keeping it locked. As such, with a gentle shove, the right half of the door fell outwards. Behind the door was furniture piled against the door, but with half the door out of the way it would be trivial for someone of Balothiss' strength to push it out of the way.

Torrens stepped out from the doorway and gestured to the opening. "You're welcome," he said to Balothiss.