Horst stares at this display for a moment, eyes wide: then he laughs, more than a little hysterical. This really is an ignoble way to die. "...Not really."

He paces in a tight circle, a bit giddy with fear by this point, swiping a hand through his hair. It's only an instant before he remembers his hand is clotted with goblin blood, and he pulls it away in disgust, the damage already done. "Augh." A pause. "Be sure and mangle my corpse a bit after you're done with me. I'd hate to be seen like this."