The men in her life, so to speak, were all currently occupied as the storm struck.  Xyveris had the child nearby, but was also monitoring the growing army on the outskirts of the Night Parade.  A brief thought had Cayn summoned to his presence, appearing with little more than a slight displacement of air.  "Have the soldiers prepared," Xyveris said to Cayn.  "Enhance them with your spells.  And find Liz's brother, Brian.  I don't want him out there unless it's absolutely necessary."  Cayn would incline his head, turning to leave.  "We may not be able to do anything though," Cayn said.  "He's a mundane and you know they'll be targeting all of them."  Xyveris would nod and gesture for things to go forward.<br/><br/>Beyond the grounds of the supernatural, the leader would raise his hands into the air.  "Let us pray to God to grant us the strength to destroy these foul beasts," he intoned.  The power of faith was a wonderful thing, channeled and focused it could rival any magic.  He knew that, and was even now utilizing it in such a fashion.  The faith of his soldiers would be welded together, giving him the strength to send out his own 'magic' of a sort.  Prayers were spoken by him to channel the faith into protections over the soldiers.  They had been passed down from one leader to the next, each given the ability to focus the faith of the hunters into armor and weapon against the evil supernatural within the world.