The Muse made her way through the streets of the city, wearing her human form like she usually did to visit humans.  She looked about in wonder at the carnage - what could have done this?  Indeed, she'd been playing in the park quite a while, and had only returned to the city to grab herself some ammunition.  She found something else entirely.<br/><br/>A hand grabbed her shoulder, and she half-spun before it forced her to the ground.  Leering over her were a group of centaurs - the demihuman reinforcements had arrived!<br/><br/>"Well now..."  jeered one, jerking her roughly up by the hair.  "What have we here?"<br/><br/>"Looks like a meal to me," snickered another...and before the muse could scream she found herself flung to the floor and pinned between a multitude of hands and hooves, stripped violently of her clothes, and slowly approached from behind by the largest of the bunch.  She could feel his gargantuan horsecock easing between her asscheeks, ready to split her body in two.<br/><br/>A cloud of inky blackness fell over the group, and one of the centaurs stammered out a protest that turned into a scream of terror, joined by other screams, shouts, and cries for almost five full seconds.<br/><br/>The darkness cleared, and the entire ring of centaurs fell outwards with earthshaking thuds, more than fifteen fresh corpses for the pile.  The muse stood up, dusted herself off, and shook her head.  An annoyance - but any illusionist worth their name knew that all one had to do was convince the mind that it was dying, and the body would follow suit.<br/><br/>She didn't know what had led to this mass predation of humans, but now it was personal.  Oh so very personal.<br/><br/>((Saw some good posts here, so didn't want to let it die!))