"Fuck this."  The undead tired of the chase dismounted and walked over to the pair anger flashing in his eyes as he drew his staff and moved towards them with little interest in prolonged this maddening dance they had been playing.  "Come and get me you Night Elf shit.  This game of Cat and Mouse is over!  Fight me now on this soil or run from me forever.  The choice is yours!"  He called them, rushing head long with a shield around him as he aimed his staff toward Kynrind.