((When your characters are in their own little realm its easy with being absent to collect your thoughts isn't it?))
Arimis watched, from the opposite sides of the barrier, as Lunarus fought his struggled battle with Debell... His hands tightening on the hilt of his sword as he wached... unable to help in the fight. Behind him Selene stood from one of the ancient white trees, eyes filled with tears, as she struggled to watch the one sided battle. Her legs became weak and she was dizzy, giving only a short pasp for breath as she rocked backwards, and off the branch. He turned to see her fall, the word leaving his throat in surprise, before lunging to catch her and lay her on the ground, "No!"
Lunarus heard Arimis yell and turned to watch Selene fall from the branch. Pain consumed his being once more... He vision became a blurred mixture of crimson and black. Debello let go of his sword and stood, snearing behind the injured werewolf, never ignor your opponent during a batlle... it might get you... killed." He laughed mercilously as he let Lunarus collapse to the earth. He walked over to the wrecked body and violently ripped his sword from the werewolf. He took a few steps back and turned, "Get Up!"
Lunarus could hear nothing, his sight was almost gone and his body would not respond. Fang, unable to see his other half in such great pain, joined with him once more... As the joined as one, the mental barage of the silent scream washed over them in fresh waves. He stood... a shell of what he once was... his eyes were rolled up into the back of his head, his muscles spasmed and twitched without his control, he muttered the names of the gods in Lyconic in his ravaged breath. Debello's grin grew wider and tossed the blade high into the air... throwing his arms out wide as he did so... "Attack Me! I dare you!"
He stood there, arms outstreached, making no motion to defend himself is Lunarus charged at him. Lunarus hesitated, trying to think clearly, then he took three, halting steps forwards, as he tried to lift his blades, fighting with all his strength to stay upright. His fingers and hands began to go numb and he could no longer feel his grips in his palms, as the swords rose inches from the ground...
"Too Slow..." The telltale words echoed from Debello's eyes as he reached up with both arms and caught his blade. Driving it strait through Lunarus's stomach with all his force. He didn't wait, like the last blows, and ripped the blade from him as soon as he landed the hit. He watched wickedly as Lunarus's dieing weight pulled him backwards to the earth....
((This just keeps getting better doesn't it? How will Lunarus escape... what will happen to Debello?

Who knows?))