Styx snorts at the loud voice, stomping a hoof against the ground. It seems more annoyed than frightened, though, and the empty eye sockets glow slightly as the undead animal watches Shawn. Gabriel's horse knew quite well to act like a distraction, while its master took care of the problem.

Indeed, the Forsaken uses the moment to move closer to Shawn, a bit disgusted. What a frightened little human. He'd seen farmers back home in Azeroth with more balls than this poor little bastard. He has half a mind just to put the human out of his misery.

But he needed some answers - and if this man didn't soil himself first, he was getting them. Drawing one of his daggers, he pokes the cold steel into Shawn's side to catch his attention. At the same time, his invisibility fails and he appears from the shadows in all his zombie glory.

"Shut your mouth, maggot." He hisses, and there's a whiff of open grave as soon as he opens his mouth. Enjoy, Shawn.