Yes, he's setting up the corpse to be hurled as a weapon. The dark elf, on the other hand, doesn't seem at all bothered by the idea, regarding the body as little more than refuse that he can do with as he pleased. His hatred for his people runs deep, and while there will ever be the wonder if he and his son were not alone, if there were others struggling with the pain of their existence as they do, he cannot let that curiosity make him hesitate lest he be the one dead on the floor.

Zaknafein looks back over his shoulder at the human when he speaks, following the gesture to the wall and nodding. Already he can feel the anticipation for battle burning through his veins and he shifts his stance, grasping the dead drow warrior's arm more firmly as he waits for the portal to open.