The sharp, piercing wail of the shadows shook Lady Lucille from her reverie; The paladiness blinked, and shook her head, trying to clear the mists of confusion from it! She'd been...distracted...by the clammy, oppressive sensations of...<br/><br/>-*Evil*.<br/><br/>With that thought, her will firmed, the six-bladed morningstar- Her Order's signature weapon- catching the flickering light as she turned it in her hands! The lady knight shook back her blonde tresses, raising her shield, streamers of brown muslin peeling away from it...<br/><br/>"Aye!" the paladin called, taking heart from the woman's words...A self-admitted servant of Darkness she might be, but in this their causes were united. Besides, she wasn't the only person, surrounded by the dead...Where her own, particular<em>weakness</em>might be exposed...<br/><br/>Her dress swirling around her legs, Lucille waded in, swinging her mace in wide, sweeping arcs- The dead shied back from the lethal weapon as it looped and howled through the tendrils of shadow-stuff, warding them back as she struggled toward the woman, eager to make a stand before the madness buried them *both*!