Vorrin didn't react quickly enough and was knocked back a few yards by the big worm. Vorrin titled his head and his eyebrow was cocked under his mask. "What kind of demon is this? It looks like nothing more than an overgrow garden worm." He thought out loud as he pulled his war club from it's holster. Before he could even wonder what kind of strange magic Aden was using, the giant beast turned to him and then dove back into the sand, a large trail of disturbed sand moving toward him quickly. Vorrin held firm, his club raised over his head and ready to swing down like a falling meteor onto the sand worm. However, as he readied the swing, the worm dove deeper, no longer revealing it's location with a trail of disturbed sand. Vorrin looked all around, wondering where the worm had slithered off to.