Brian's dragged off, and Jen's left there for a few moments.  "That's so weird," Brian said, blinking his eyes.  "If I didn't know any better I'd swear that Jen's got a tail instead of legs."  Glamour was failing, and he was placing the blame on the nearby lightning strikes messing with his vision.  "And hell Liz.  That shirt's bad ass.  It's got a neat shimmer to it.  Where'd you get that?"  Of course he goes to feel the 'shirt', and instead he's stroking her scales.  "Um...is that thing like snakeskin or something?  Because it feels weird."<br/><br/>Both the supernatural and the hunters are dying as the war is being struck.  As the hunters pass the humans, their prayers release them from the glamour.  Most merely flee in terror.  A few, though, take up with the hunters by grabbing something makeshift and attacking the creatures.  The kobolds, being the numerous workers, are the ones that are primarily taking the beating.  As a group is being ready to be mowed down by the hunters and their magic, a pillar of black flame engulfs them as the night itself coalesces into a figure.<br/><br/>"Death stalks this eve humans," Cayn snarled, wings flaring up as the sword strikes through the air, splitting bodies in half with each swing.  "Cayn has come forth from his abode to bring you all to his feet."