Lethean nodded once, acknowledging Darced's command, then strode forth boldly from the ranks of the Scourge, lifting his left hand into the air, palm open. As he met Darion Morgraine's gaze, he narrowed his eyes and smirked beneath his helm.
"Soldiers of the Scourge!" he called, indicating both death knights and the shambling corpses that he knew would understand, "the time has come to finish what Lord Darced began!" He clenched his hand in to a fist, then gestured forward with Shadowfrost. As one the combined ranks of Scourge soldiers and death knights roared, charging forth towards the Forsaken and Ebon Blade.
Lethean in particular made no move to attack either. Though he was mildly disappointed and angry over Darced's decision, he realized the wisdom of the lich's command. He was the only one - aside from Ian, of course - who knew of the lich's true intentions. Therefore, he had to be the one to personally carry out Darced's wish. Yet, it was almost as if Darced sensed the same thing Lethean did, and had decided the blood elf be the one.
His dark, piercing gaze was focused on a recovering Tirion Fordring, and his intention soon became clear to the others. "Sorry to disappoint the two of you," Lethean muttered, speaking of Morgraine and Sylvanas. "I have more important tasks to carry out . . . "