Katarzyna reeled back as the shambling creature, once a world-weary woman, ran at her with disorderly legs. "Shit," she cursed, rolling out of the way and flashing a sign with her free hand, her other supporting her crouched form, as a fissure erupted in the empty space in front of her and she reached in to the emptiness, pulling free a simple, obsidian blade adorned with a lily flower at the base of the blade. Turning on her heal, she thrust out the blade, impaling the monstrous former-woman.<br/><br/>And then she was flailing, greenish-black smoke churning at the mouth of the wound, through her 'gut'. "The Dark Queen consume you, retched filth," she howled, pulling the blade free along with the smoke as the woman wailed once more, before growing silent, the smoke eating away at the remains.<br/><br/>It was not an easy task for Kat. Her face, normally opalescent and crystalline, was run through with cracks around her eyes. It was as if her delving in to the shadow-realm had caused her mortal grievance.<br/><br/>Panting heavily, she stood again, looking at the now nearly empty room, only the shambling dead remaining. Growling, she hefted her blade and charged forward, piercing the scrawny man after the wench, the same greenish-black smoke eating away at the creature. The cracks along Kat's face grew, and she hissed in pain.<br/><br/>Thrusting her black blade deep in to the floor boards, she knelt, her hand clutching at her forearm as she focused her energies on the bald creature at the bar, letting loose a bolt of white light that pierces the ghoul through the shoulder, throwing him back over the bar. Pulling her blade free, she looks to Lucille and the pelt wearer stalking her down.<br/><br/>Cursing to herself again, she tries to run to the Paladin's aid, but without her armour to fuel her dark energies, she has exhausted her last remaining bouts of strength, and can only manage a stumbling pace to the Paladin's side.