Harrow croaks at the sight of Naugus in his shadow! His first reaction is to jump away, but he's basically a stupid idiot because his shadow follows him. That's like shadows' whole deal.

"S-so you can turn to shadow! That don't prove anything! If someone could turn into pure fire, would that make fire not an element? You can't convince me that you aren't any different from any caster on my world! Maybe you're a big fish in your little pond, but on Azeroth you'd be a two-bit shaman livin' on a pig farm with the rest of the dirty, shoeless Horde."

In a sudden hurry he removes the emerald leaf from his pocket and tosses it on the ground. His hands go for his axes at his hips. Blue runes to match his eyes blaze when his fingers touch the handles. "Look," he growls, "I'll break your rock, Gramps. No sweat."

He stays standing straight while his hands and their axes float closer to the ground. After one, two, three false rises to be sure he'll hit his target he brings his runeblades down with force and fury. Runes flash, metal shrieks, and when it's over Harrow stares in absolute shock. While his hands vibrate uncontrollably with the reverberations of his deflected blow, the leaf remains unharmed!