Ithi'Ka spins away from on of the eyeless undead's raking talons only to be rent across the back by another.  There's a spatter of blood on the stones where she was first struck, and the only feedback from her mind is a voiceless, wordless flare of terror.  She crouches back into the corner in a crouch, her hands splayed on the ground before her as she prepares to dart into any given direction, away from anyone or anything.  (action: complete dodge for the next 7 or so rounds)