The Apocalypse... His gleaming eyes lidded themselves slowly, as though savoring the quality of such a destructive plan for this world. And this little group of four, should they model themselves after the true Horsemen, thought they could accomplish such a feat? Ironic, then, that so many would undoubtedly question him as well. The barest flicker of amusement pulsed feebly in his chest before it withered away, and the Lich King cracked open an eye to survey the still-chattering undead.

"And what's to stop you from fleeing into the night like a coward, little Skarecrow? You wouldn't be able to hide from me forever... But it would be... say.... an inconvenience." And he did not tolerate inconveniences. "I doubt a few lacking limbs would inconvenience you for long... but that might not even be enough to keep you." And so he mused, regarding the other through his slitted gaze.

So what to do with this gabbing fool...?