"Scuse me, ma'am." Came a voice from behind Jenna and her son, a voice that sounded like sandpaper running across your eardrums.
A pale, muscular, yellow clocked man gently pushed past them, drawing a gleaming silver sword from his back as he surveyed the scene before him. Elf boy. Tiger man. Weird shadow thing. Good golly, he sure did wonder where that burst of necromantic energy he'd seen had come from.
Gadot leveled his sword, sprinted forward, and cleaved at the shadow monsters sideways so as to not hit the tiger man should he accidentally chopped the monster in half. He didn't let out a war cry. Such cries did nothing to intimidate the dead.