He smiled worriedly at her and kissed her palm. “Be careful.”
She smiled softly
Lysander was failing to hold back a few tears at this point. He really didn't want to lose her but he trusted her.
Somehow during the fight, Henry had managed to pick up Lysander’s stake/crutch weapon and was definitely willing to use it on Jacob.
" Henry " she said loudly giving him a pointed look
“What?” Henry called back just as loudly, not taking his eyes off his opponent.
" I got it" she said
“Got what?” Henry asked, obviously confused.
Betty looked at Lysander
Lysander looked up at her, still worried.
Betty put her hands up her palms glowing white
Lysander watched, still feeling helpless but he wasn't going to interrupt.
Henry glanced over his shoulder and quickly got out of her way.
Jacob grabbed at his throat unable to breath as Betty's eyes glowed white
Lysander’s eyes widened at the sight and Henry took another step back, as both of them were not used to seeing that.
A white aurora surrounded Betty as her power increased
Henry ran over to Lysander and carefully helped him up, grabbing the other half of his crutch.
blood started leaking from Betty's nose
“Betty, don't strain yourself!” Lysander called to her when he saw the blood.
The light around her grew brighter
Lysander grew increasingly worried as he watched his wife. He glanced at the stake Henry was still holding, then looked up at Tyler, silently asking if it would harm Betty if he stabbed Jacob.
Tyler shook her head telling him not to do it
Lysander let out a silent breath, a little disappointed that he couldn't help, but nodded at her response.
Both Jacob and Betty flew back Jacob dead with all his bones cracked and blood coming from his eyes and Betty hitting her head on the wall making it bleed
“Betty!” Lysander cried as he immediately ran over to her side, followed soon by Henry as the shadows quickly disappeared letting the light back in the house.
Betty moaned in pain
“Somebody call the hospital.” Lysander instructed once he saw the blood.
Betty put her hand to her head feeling blood
Lysander held her other hand as Henry grabbed the phone. “Look at me. Betty, how do you feel?” he asked, trying to keep her awake.
" there's t-two of you" she said
He nodded and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “It… That's ok, love. How does your head feel?”
" bad " was all she was able to say