That is likely the point. But it's hardly the first time either of them have faced such words, stared down those who so badly wished to cut to the quick of their insecurities.

But after a dreadlord, an orcish warchief, and the Banshee Queen? This shade is nowhere near intimidating enough to shake him.

"Stay close," he murmurs, as the light ripples through the figure, almost as if passing through water. It still appears to harm the other Anduin, face twisted in fury as it staggers briefly backwards, black water dripping from the wound and sizzling on its form where the light had struck.