Kitty the ground the again hard, sucking in a hiss through her teeth as rubble dug into her spine. But she managed to roll over and get back up, "Wick, it's--" Wide eyed, brought a hand up carefully, heart racing, and the fear gripping her throat as she asked, "Wick, what are you doing? It's me, it's Kitty." She had her own powers to rely on, though she didn't know if what an army of ghosts would feel like going through her, and even if she'd feel nothing, she still didn't want to know. That was the least of her worries, though - she knew Wicked was capable of a lot more.