The werebear lunged forward, swinging his claw at Arad's neck with a burning rage. Arad didn't even bother moving. It was as clear as day that such a weak attack wouldn't even pierce his scales. But something else happened.
Lunara's foot flew above Arad's shoulder and landed between him and the werebear, her toes digging into the stone ground as she gracefully swung her open palm forward, hitting the werebear in the stomach hard enough to send him flying with a blast.
She gently put her other foot down, looking down at her toes, ignoring the shocked gasps of her cultists.
The last thing Lunara wanted now was for one of her cultists to start a fight with Arad. It didn't matter how weak the werebear was, what mattered was the fact he was her servant and was attacking Arad, and that was bad.
Lunara and Alaric Lupin fighting with Arad being stuck in the middle. This is the biggest disaster that she caused and her big chance of redemption.