King Varian Wrynn yells: Enough! I will not stand for this!
King Varian Wrynn yells: I’ll kill every last one of your pawns, Lich King!
King Varian Wrynn yells: Take your flying fortresses back to Northrend, before I crush them with my bare hands!
The King goes berserk, jumping hither and thither around the Harbor, one-shotting any hostiles.