Sweat dripped off of Clary's body as she dodged the demon that was viciously trying to attack her. Key word was try. She was one of the best shadowhunter of her age, alongside with her brother Johnathan they were unstoppable. Time froze down for a moment like it usually did when she was in battle since the adrenaline of the fight would kick in and she looked over to the side of the room where her brother was slicing down a demon also. His usual blond hair was glued to his forehead with blood and starting to gain a red tint from it. He looked like a bloody angel about to take down evil. Time started to speed up once more and Clary's seraph blade dug deeply into the demon's arm making a sizzling sound before its howls of pain. This was her moment and she felt it, with a leap and dodging the other arms aiming towards her she jab her blade right into the demons body, or what she assumed was and watched as it disintegrated right in front of her and vanished into thin air. Well not into thin air, it had moved to another dimension but what mattered was that it was far away from her.
She picked up her fallen blade and brushed her fallen hair back with her bloodied hand leaving her face to feel even grimier. She sighed knowing it was just the life of what she was born to lead. She heard pebbles fall behind her and still pumped up on the kill she turned around with the grace of a ballerina and the ferocity of a killer. Well that's what she was born to be anyway, a natural killer. Waiting for a demon to come out of the darkness she stood on guard but instead heard laughter, much familiar laughter. "Seb, come out and stop trying to scare me. It's not going to work you loser," She called out to the darkness. Eventually Clary saw the silver flash of his hair and his whole body was pulled out of the darkness. Clary's brother, Johnathan, had his usual smirk on his face while putting his two seraph blades back into their holders on his back. She always thought it was so cool that he could do that so gracefully since she could never manage that without fumbling. She always chose a simple seraph blade on a holster around her hip.
"My, my, my little sis, no need to bring out the petty names," He jumped down from the ledge he was on and down to right in front of Clary. With him standing right in front of her he stood maybe a head or two taller than her causing Clary to have to crane her neck up to look him in the eye. He had always used his height advantage on her while they were growing up. That and the fact that he was older so she always had to play by his rules. "Anyway, nice job on that one. You could even say that you looked casual while killing it," He said it with a hint of disgust in his tone. Johnathan had always hated demons with a passion and made it clear whenever he had to battle one. But after the disgust left his face a smile came on and he lifted his hand on top of Clary's head to gently ruffle her red curls. That was one of the many things that just irritated Clary and he knew that and usually played it to his advantage. He began to walk away about to call something playful over his shoulder but before he could Clary shut his mouth by kicking the back of his calf just hard enough to make him almost fall flat on his face. But he was a shadowhunter, so his instincts kicked in and his body instantly straightened itself back up.
Once he was firmly standing on two feet again he turned around and looked her straight in the eye with a growing fury forming in his eyes. Clary just crossed her arms with a smug look on her face and waiting for his probably idiotic response. "Oh! Real mature Clarissa!" He only ever called her that whenever she acted immature and he wanted to further annoy her. "Just wait maybe I'll tell Dad about this one!..." She looked at him like he was crazy and waited for it. His serious face slowly deteriorated into a mess of emotions as he attempted to hold onto his laughter but instantly failed as Clary gave him a knowing look. A musical of laughter flew out of his mouth and he tried to slow it down but it just kept coming out. Eventually Clary joined in giving a few chuckles because of the thought of her brother telling on her for kicking him. Their father certainly did not condone violence on each other but if Johnathan had told him about this incident he would of certainly gotten a punishment instead of her.
Eventually the laughter died down and he gave her a serious face once more, "But was that really necessary?" All Clary could do was saunter up to him while still giving a few giggles and pat his shoulder, "Don't pat my head." She heard a sigh behind her as he started to walk and join her so they could return home.