Clary started to back away into the car, feeling its sleek, metal surface for anything to fling at the Forsaken. They approached slowly, and Clary almost imagined them having their hands stretched out. A classical zombie movie if that did happen. She turned her head up to Jace's direction, seeing his jaw clench and unclench as he thought of a way out.
They ran fast, as the two have already seen, so a chase they would loose was not a good option. Jace's hand slid to his belt, where a seraph blade awaited. "Sandalphon," he whispered and the blade seared into life. Charging was his only option, so he took it, barely even having time to whisper "run" in Clary's ear.
He raised his blade and focused on one of the Forsaken, and soon, after only two dodges, he dug Sandalphon into the Forsaken's side. He turned for the other, trying to locate the small bench and garden that had been there so he would not fall over them. Just as he did so, rough, paw-like hands grabbed his shoulders, an arm going around his neck in a tight headlock.
Jace usually was not bad with headlocks, he could get out of Alec’s easily, but surprisingly, no Forsaken had been quick enough, or sane enough, to have gotten him in one before. He was choking and couldn't really see what was going on, eyes spotted with red and black. He heard footsteps, and wished it was Clary, running away from the madness and towards safety. Of course, his wish was not fulfilled, and he felt the body behind him stiffen and weak down, and debris falling from over the Forsaken's shoulder. Jace used this opportunity to grab the thug's forearms and twist out of the headlock. The giant flinched, and spat blood, and Jace saw what looked like a chair, now scattered on the ground around the Forsaken. He also spotted a small trace of a wooden stick, going right through the Forsaken's body from the back, and he saw a hand, pale and small on the guy's shoulder. He knew it was Clary and wanted to grab her hand and run, but instead, the Forsaken got it. He twisted Clary's arm so she sidestepped from behind him, and then the Forsaken did something Jace had never thought of before. He bit her, hard, drawing blood at where the teeth sank in. Clary didn't scream, just a tiny wince. She'd gotten over screams long ago. But her wince was loud enough to snap Jace from his mental paralysis, and he tackled the Forsaken to the ground, Sandalphon seeping into the giant's gray flesh.
Jace got up, dazed, staring at the motionless Forsaken at his feet. He then turned towards Clary, fearing what he would see, and getting the satisfaction of himself being right, he saw Clary on the ground, blood pouring into a pool around her.
They ran fast, as the two have already seen, so a chase they would loose was not a good option. Jace's hand slid to his belt, where a seraph blade awaited. "Sandalphon," he whispered and the blade seared into life. Charging was his only option, so he took it, barely even having time to whisper "run" in Clary's ear.
He raised his blade and focused on one of the Forsaken, and soon, after only two dodges, he dug Sandalphon into the Forsaken's side. He turned for the other, trying to locate the small bench and garden that had been there so he would not fall over them. Just as he did so, rough, paw-like hands grabbed his shoulders, an arm going around his neck in a tight headlock.
Jace usually was not bad with headlocks, he could get out of Alec’s easily, but surprisingly, no Forsaken had been quick enough, or sane enough, to have gotten him in one before. He was choking and couldn't really see what was going on, eyes spotted with red and black. He heard footsteps, and wished it was Clary, running away from the madness and towards safety. Of course, his wish was not fulfilled, and he felt the body behind him stiffen and weak down, and debris falling from over the Forsaken's shoulder. Jace used this opportunity to grab the thug's forearms and twist out of the headlock. The giant flinched, and spat blood, and Jace saw what looked like a chair, now scattered on the ground around the Forsaken. He also spotted a small trace of a wooden stick, going right through the Forsaken's body from the back, and he saw a hand, pale and small on the guy's shoulder. He knew it was Clary and wanted to grab her hand and run, but instead, the Forsaken got it. He twisted Clary's arm so she sidestepped from behind him, and then the Forsaken did something Jace had never thought of before. He bit her, hard, drawing blood at where the teeth sank in. Clary didn't scream, just a tiny wince. She'd gotten over screams long ago. But her wince was loud enough to snap Jace from his mental paralysis, and he tackled the Forsaken to the ground, Sandalphon seeping into the giant's gray flesh.
Jace got up, dazed, staring at the motionless Forsaken at his feet. He then turned towards Clary, fearing what he would see, and getting the satisfaction of himself being right, he saw Clary on the ground, blood pouring into a pool around her.
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