Thorax reacted immediately, lighting up her horn and firing bolt after bolt of magic at the thing’s centre of mass. Silver moonlight streaming through the doorway silhouetted the thing, and the flickering from the strange blue light it swung only served to exaggerate its hulking form. Bright flashes of green magic impacted its chest and blew off chunks of whatever it had for fur, casting nightmarish shapes and shadows about the dark room. When she paused, a waft of acrid smoke drifting off her horn, Jacques struck, leaping at the thing with the lantern clasped in his magic. His sword had fallen off the table in the confusion, leaving him with no time to fumble about looking for it.