Liz whirls around just in time to see the approaching hunters.  There's something odd about them, almost like a glamor, except not quite.  She doesn't understand, not until the one started chanting and making the sign of the cross.  Something Cayn had said rises to the surface of her mind.<em>The power of faith could imbue items with fantastic powers.</em>The power of faith.. somehow these wackos must be using it.  But how?  And why?<br/><br/>She feels a change in the air as the rain is blessed, then sees the droplets shimmering around them.  Afraid of what they might contain, she grabs onto Brian and shoves him behind her, under the protection of the tent's canopy.  Then she flinches and waits for the drops to do their damage.  But when they do nothing more than roll off her already soaked body, she gives the clouds above them a puzzled look.  Shaking her head, she focuses on the men once more.  "Go away...leave us alone!  We aren't who you think we are!"