Aelena's stomach churned when the two warriors closed. She could only watch and no matter how she wanted to help she knew that she would dishonor her lover in doing so. The feeling of helplessness wore at the shaman and the nausea she felt worsened. the worry had her biting at her bottom lip and her hand tightening on the haft of her staff. Little noises of pleasure that she could not quite stifle slipped passed her lips whenever Iylldrraen struck a solid blow and worried little gasps accompanied each blow the huge worgen struck in return.<br/><br/>That things seemed to be going well early on filled the Draenei with hope. Garamon was rocked several times and even when he tried to get on the druid's back Iylldrraen managed a counter move the had some of the other worgen cringe. A smaller being than the massive worgen would have been crushed under the bear's bulk but Garamon seemed only winded more than injured. The disoriented worgen was charged and slammed to the ground again and Aelena had to fight to keep her composure. Her lover was doing so well and showing his prowess. The happiness drained away when garamon feigned injury to gain the upper hand, kicking out at Iylldrraen's leg before launching a counter attack. The pale shaman was forced to watch blow after blow land, pummeling her mate. There was no interference allowed and she just stared in horror as things seemed to turn for the worst.<br/><br/>It was plain to see that Garamon's self-control was slipping. His anger drove him and as Aelena hoped, it left an opening that Iylldrraen capitalized on. The sound of that paw connecting with the Worgen's head was sickening but it only staggered the worgen alpha. The druid pressed his advantage though and slammed into the other beast, managing to drive him to the ground. It was over, the worgen had lost and Aelena breathed a sigh of relief. the moment did not last of course. The cowardly wolf bit down hard on the bear's forepaw, and blood quickly wet the fur. The shaman stared in horror at the bloody smirk on Garamon's face and fear and anger warred in her, turning her blood cold.<br/><br/>"Bastard!" She cried out, fire flaring in her eyes. "You were defeated Garamon. You lost and like the coward you truly are you struck anyway." The draenei raced toward her lover, heedless of the rules of the combat. Since the worgen himself had broken them she saw no problem, and even if there was she would not be deterred. As she neared her lover totems slammed into the ground, summoning powerful elementals to guard her while she worked to save her mate from the worgen curse. The elementals did not attack although she sensed their desire too. Wordlessly she told them to only attack if any of the worgen tried to attack first. The white-skinned Draenei fumbled with her satchel and pulled out the small case before quickly opening it to read the instructions he said were inside to figure out what to do. This had to work, it just had to. "Hold on, Iylldrraen. Only a few more moments my love."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>