Torrens had hardly any time to react before his feet sank into the ground as it melted around him and lava spurted over him. The fire demon was used to the ground melting around him, and he normally took measures to avoid making a puddle of molten rock, although this happened much faster than he was used to, and in no time at all he was stuck, knee deep in liquid slag. Aside from the lack of mobility, this didn't perturb Torrens much at all. In fact, being soaked in molten earth was quite soothing for him, like how a person might wrap up in a blanket next to a fire and drink a hot chocolate. Or maybe like a spa treatment, with warm water massaging their back and fresh ointments cleansing their face.

When the shaman ordered D'Artagnan to attack Torrens, Torrens let out a haughty laugh and looked at D'Artagnan. "Ha! Like that little knife won't do me any harm. Try it if you like, I dare you."

Then Torrens looked down at the molten rock he was standing in. "This lava pit you've made for me is marvellous, by the way," he said to the shaman, "So refreshing." Then Torrens scooped up some lava in his hands and lathered it over himself, as if he were bathing. "You should try it some time." With that comment he picked up another handful of the molten slag, heated it a bit above its normal temperature so it would stay hot for longer, and flung it playfully at the shaman. Torrens watched to see what the orc would do in response to the incoming line of lava.