Re: Battles.
Time doesn't exist in battle. There is only the battle, the thrust and parry of wandwork, the shouting, the blood. Eddie is exhausted, and covered in sweat and dirt. He's thirsty, and he's hot, and there's a scratch along his leg that he isn't sure is from a werewolf or the hard, sharp point of a log sticking out into the open. Colors flash around him, sparks fly, and there is nothing but rage and the quick, desperate desire to live.
"Sectumsempra!" Slashes appear across the stomach of the next werewolf, and a snarl ends in a bloody gargle as a vein is severed. The werewolf lands with a heavy thud, the claws twitching just once, twice before it falls unnaturally still. Just hours ago, that had been a human, a person with thoughts and feelings, hopes, and a clear disregard for actual life if it had willingly taken on the curse of werewolfry. A moment later, just long enough for Eddie to draw in a breath, he sprints towards where others are fighting a mass attack. He stretches his wand arm out and cool blue sparks fly, wrapping themselves around the head of one of the beasts, muffling it's howls and depriving it of air. A blasting curse, and it lands, flailing at the feet of one of Eddie's comrades.
Cursing, Eddie slashes his wand through the air, and the werewolf stills. But still there are more, and more, and more. Eddie takes a blow to the head as a powerful paw slams into him, but somehow misses the claws, and his ear rings at the werewolf's bellow of rage. Deaf in that ear, Eddie sends it rolling with another blasting curse, but it comes back, shaking its head.
Eddie screams as it leaps, his arm up as if that would save him. Sharp, blinding pain rips through his shoulder, and the werewolf shakes him like a rag doll. Eddie drops to the ground and screams again as the werewolf hovers just a moment, intent on going in for the kill.
"Avada kedavra," Eddie is able to say, but it's weak. He means it, though, and the werewolf drops dead beside him, and Eddie knows nothing at all anymore.