Monsters erupted from hiding and charged. Whisper was done playing games. Sleep spells and illusions.
The light around her seemed to drain away as shadows lengthened and expanded, surrounding her in a blot of inky twilight. An unnatural chill seeped out, curling like invisible tendrils around trees and fallen bodies; spreading ground-hugging mist outward from it.
To those with the senses to feel it, the center of that artificial night pulsed with naked arcane might.
said Whisper. Her voice was indeed a whisper, but somehow sounded as if it was spoken from just beside every living being's ear. The shadows coiled around her suddenly struck out, forming several very long, extremely sharp spines that pierced through the leaders of the pack charging her. They didn't have time to scream, or even whimper. Each tumbled lifelessly to the ground, a hole big enough to shove a fist into bored through their foreheads.
Still they came.
More of those spears of pure darkness lanced out, meeting each wave and leaving them falling over the bodies of those who came before.
The sorceresses voice still crooned in the ears of friend and foes alike, echoing eerily. "Fools" blind fools "I do not thirst for blood" thirsty "...had you let us pass, you could have lived." nevermore "Even now" it's too late "it's not too late. Give up and go. You" you "cannot" cannot "defeat" defeat "me." meeeeeee
All the while she spoke, the shadows performed their grim work, leaving a low wall of corpses spread before her.
Partially pinned under a fallen dinosaur though struggled a survivor. Though injured, the darkness hadn't taken him in the head, but rather the right shoulder, next to the arm. He was finding it very hard to pull himself free of the dead beast with only his left arm working.
Then the sun went out. With dawning dread he craned his neck around to spot a figure looming over him, highlighted by a dim violent gleam. In the the gloom she didn't look like a person at all...more like a shadow in the shape of a person. A silhouette.
He felt something cold twining around his wrists, something sharp digging into his cheeks, his neck, his chest...pressing like a dagger tip, but not quite breaking skin.
"Stay here, and don't try to move. Take shallow breaths. If you try to escape, I will know."
More sharp points...his legs, and between them.
"When I'm done with the others, I will return for you. I will have blood, or answers. You have a few moments to consider which to offer."