Narrator's POV
As he lay half dead in the snow, Erik tried his hardest to warn the pair about the crazed lunatic that was waiting in the shadows to pounce. All he managed to do was garble nonsense, much to his frustration. When they first heard the metallic collision of swords, Christine looked up in horror to see a darkly garbed man and her husband trading slashes. Erik propped himself up against the foot of a gigantic stone statue, all the while trying to curb the flow of blood from his torso with little luck.
The murderer had Raoul pinned to the wall under the force of his forearm, nearly choking the young man with his bare hands. Unable to act as a simple onlooker any longer, Christine threw herself against the back of the masked figure. He whirled around and struck her with a sickening force, sending the girl careening into a stone gargoyle. Both Raoul and Erik gasped and bared their teeth. Nobody, and I mean nobody, hurt Christine and lived to tell the tale.
Raoul jammed his fist into the murderer's jaw and the collision made a pleasing crunch. His opponent leapt back to his feet, pausing to wipe a stubborn trickle of blood from his temple. Erik tried his hardest to stand up right, but in the end, kept falling over, much to his overwhelming frustration. The Punjab lasso lay only yards away, and there was only one way this murderer was leaving, and that was in a satin-lined box.
Raoul's POV
He jumped back to his feet, brandishing his sword in a cocky manner. I could tell that this battle was only going to end one way, and one of us wasn't going to like it. Christine lay at least ten feet away, and a pool of crimson blood was pooling under her fragile head. " Oh, My God." I feared the worst, not bothering to dodge the next blow, the blade catching me in the arm. " Aauuggh!" I saw Erik crawling over to Christine, leaving a trail of blood as he went. He put two gloved fingers under her chin, then fell back, horrified. I dropped my sword and rushed over to them. The masked man behind me began to laugh monstrously, while the one crumpled on the ground began to heave dry, racking sobs.
Before the bastard stopped laughing, I heard a loud gurgling noise as I bent over the motionless form of my wife. Turning around, I saw Erik staggering to his feet, holding onto the end of the Punjab lasso. Thankfully, the other end was around the neck of the murderer. Erik's teeth were bared and his whole body was shaking with fury. Pulling as hard as he could, I saw the last flicker of life leave the killer's eyes, sending him to hell. The phantom then fell to his knees and tried to crawl over to Christine and I. " I-is she…?" Was all he managed to say before slumping over facedown in the snow.
And there I sat, amongst two potential dying people, between two nearly dying angels. All I could do was wait and see if they would pull through, or if I'd be left alone to face the future on my own.