The characters are Mrs Clare's, hail Mrs Clare. Please review, they're very helpful (and make you feel special J).
Jace's POV
Bickering with Clary was always hilarious, she couldn't quite get angry – well, not to me anyway. On the other hand, fighting was even better. She lunged towards me, aiming the blade's point on my chest. I was getting a sudden sense of de ja vu. Suddenly a huge black cloud swallowed us both.
"Jace! Jace!" I heard Clary call
"Yeah, I'm right here." She grasped my invisible hand but I couldn't see anything – only darkness.
"What's happening?"
"Beats me, clary?"
"Yes?" her voice was weak so I pulled her into me. She relaxed into my body and her breathing steadied.
"You still have your sword right?" I felt my voice rattle through her thin frame.
"Yes…"
"You might need it." I took out the invisible witchlight, fat lot of help that was. Something didn't seem right, the air smelt… pungent. Then I realised. "Clary, quick, get down!"
However; she was already ripped out of the grasp and a strong force knocked me to the ground. Oh great, another attack – mann could the demons not keep away from this hot God just for a day? Seems like they just can't get enough, I sharply swung around and my kick connected with something solid. I reached for my belt and drew out a seraph blade, as soon I named it I heard Clary from behind me saying 'Michael'. That's my girl. The knife flared a heavenly light, the only thing visible in the darkness. I sensed whooshing air and quickly ducked driving knife towards the displacement. The knife struck home accompanied by a strangled gruff cry. Lodged into the enemy's flesh, I lashed out with the sword. Stabbing and slashing around the heavenly light; I struck my victim several times before slowly the smog digressed.
I looked around, Clary was staring at me. Wow – she was quick! She looked slightly amused. The waning darkness highlighted her fiery red flames framing her face, with her hands on her hips and a smear of black ichor - she looked pretty hot.
I gave her a confused grinned; "This was…interesting to say the least." With that she burst out laughing. "What?" I whined, stabbing the floor with the sword.
"Your..ffacce!" she managed to say through her howling laughter. She fell backwards, over a root and continued her fit slumped against a tree. Crazy lady, I looked back at my opponent. What? How is that possible? He is still there - demons vanish after being killed. Yet that raised even more questions – what was demon doing within the wards? Wait this wasn't a demon!