The infernals variously rage and lash out, straining against the constraints of the elements and arcane bombardment; but the soul-chilling howl of the Voidwalker is difficult to ignore, and now Curbstomp and Tablesmasher deviate from their targets to focus their hate on the rogue demon. With his opponent peeling away, Brokenhorn looks briefly at Mor'Lag with superstitious awe... Then wiping the blood from his face with the back of one hand, gives a co-operative nod to them, and charges off after Headshot, presently struggling to climb the palisade and being bombarded by arcane, and fel detonations. As Marion's bolts of shadow rip past and cycle back around for another strike, the old ogre moves into a natural flank approach to set up this one for one of Mor'Lag's attacks, roaring out his competing threat.

Zachary slowly squeezes out half a breath, tracking the same spot he chipped in Headshot's skull with his last round, and squeezes the trigger between his own heartbeats. It hits the same spot, blasting off a fist sized chunk of stone and leaving the guttering green flame pouting in mad sputters from one now manually expanded eyesocket. The pitiable shriek it releases makes no secret of its decaying state - the animating magics that hold those stones together are fleeing it, even as it rages against that inevitability.

Curbstomp slogs the short distance to the voidwalker Varghast, and brings a powerful overhead blow down upon it. It's a colossal blow, driving the voidwalker a full two feel in the muddy earth. But a blow that would have killed a human trivially only staggers and dazes the Voidwalker; the distension of its facial un-flesh already reassembling after the hit.