While the method is wildly different, the effect is something Archeval recognizes well -- he's certainly done enough 'encouraging' beings around him not to notice his presence, all the moreso here amid the dangers of Sa-Hareth.

"Nice trick-- But hang on already--!" he cries as Fox starts to dash off; it's easy to lose him in the mess this way and Arche has to resort to trying to track him in the Force, though even that is difficult with this many people milling chaotically around. He tries to keep up at least enough to stay on Fox's heels, though with the power cloaking the 'magician' right now all of the nearby undead are, fortunately or unfortunately, far more interested in Arche himself--

"Move, damn you," he snarls as he waves a hand to fling a couple of zombies aside, sending them careening over the side of the deck into the icy water below, where the mer-creatures' eerie screeches are immediately joined by frantic, angry moans. His lightsaber goes through a couple more, one creature getting nearly under his guard to tear at his armored robes, but before long he's dispatched it and resumes dashing after Fox again. They need to get out of here so he can check on the rest of the team just as much as anything else; this is turning into an absolute clusterfuck.