Katarzyna froze in mid stride, her eyes darkening as she glanced at her leg, the incorporeal mist clawing up her left leg.  She smiled then, full of malice and content. The dead were walking hand in hand with the living tonight, and in that she found her power.<br/><br/>A disembodied shriek filled the room then, as the arm reeled suddenly as Kat let her dark powers flow through her body. They sensed the dark Goddess' blessing on her. The dark Goddess Nebtenwesh, enemy to all not in service to her. The dead fell in to that category.<br/><br/>"Your powers won't work well hear, Paladin," she called in the suddenly silent room. Living shadow was swirling in the room now, and, ironically, the only place untainted was at the feet of Katarzyna, slave to darkness.<br/><br/>Raising her hands to her sides, palms outstretched, she prayed, and flashes of light fought back the shadows. "I can keep the insidious bastards at bay, but you must deal with the flesh and blood in this room," she instructed the Paladin as she fought with her magic. "We may serve different masters, but none have a love for the dead."