Morgur was disarmed now, but he didn't slow down for it. He didn't bother going for the ax, instead turning his attention to the burning and crumbling hut right next to them. The fires coming from inside were growing higher by the second and the hut was all the less sturdy for it. Morgur reached out for the unstable wooden wall and with his powerful arm he tore out a large, splintered and burning plank. The flames licked at his fingers, but it would take a lot more heat to harm a demon with his own element. With an angry shriek, he violently flailed the burning weapon at his opponent, aiming for his chest and shoulders, creating trails of flame through the air. The plank was blunt and not very heavy, so he was relying on the fire to deal most of the damage.