Cateline watched the sight in horror. She shuffled back, her hand running along the wall. The sight of Damien's head caused her stomach to lurch. She closed her eyes and gagged. The sight of his shifting body, breaking and healing itself, was too much for her. She continued to move backwards down the hall, away from their fighting, and their disturbing contortions. 
Your moves are too fluid for a mere assassin. So she was more than that? A servant, just as Damien was? That meant that there were people out in the world looking for her. People who wanted the Warwick's dead. 
Feeling the change in wood, Cateline moved her hand down to grab a door knob. Turning it as quietly as she could, she slipped in room, closing the door behind her. If there was going to be a blood bath, she didn't want to be a part of it. She wasn't going to be anything but a burden in a fight.