On nights that threaten to be clear, the local levy settles in for siege; they drag barricades out into the streets, break up into combat teams, haul bolts up to rooftops where man-portable ballistae are emplaced, and heft halberds that have been stamped with the maker's mark of Infernal Arms and Armor. With each layer of defenses is one or more of the newcomers to Pumpkin Hollow, along with a selection of runners to keep everyone in communication.

The Weather or, indeed, the weather, can't protect the town every night, but that's what the weapons are for.

[OOC: Consider this a full mingle for anyone who wants to join the fight or the aftermath of a given Aurora event! You can definitely find Jean here on the front lines tearing into these creatures with those godawful claws they use so much, but do feel free to join up yourself in any role you like. Medics, runners, and combatants are all very much needed; hell, no one would say no to people gathering up the stardust left behind either!]