Disclaimer. This chapter is pretty bloody, I warn you.

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My first swing with Heosphoros hit nothing but steel, but when I swung around it cut open the stomach of a man in black. He collapsed and a dozen took his place, not even sparing their dead colleague a glance. I saw a woman raise her blade behind my in the reflection Heosphoros provide my, and I swung up, cutting her open. Blood sprayed onto my yellow jumpsuit.

My next swing took off three heads in three neat geysers of blood. Taki's wallpaper was dripping in the stuff all of a sudden. I grabbed the arms of an approaching man with a sword in each hand and pushed them out, used each of his weapons to skewer his own colleagues before lopping both off at his shoulders. Screams of the fallen filled the restaurant as I slashed, stabbed and swung my way through the Bloody 88. But for each one I killed, even more seemed to take their place.

I stabbed an incoming fighter through the neck, then flipped sharply over the ones behind me, decapitating another three. As I swiped aside a smaller fighter but cutting off one leg, I found myself face-to-face with Camille Belcourt.

She swung her sickle so fast I didn't have time to block and she split the skin of my hip. It was a small cut, but it took my focus away enough for her to kick me in the abdomen and send me sprawling to the floor.

I threw up my sword in defense, stopping three blades from hitting me. I threw them off and cut the sword arm off one of them. Throwing myself to my feet, I slash my blade through the crowd and kicked Camille to the ground, then grabbed a discarded sword to stop the swords of a young Asian woman piercing me. I swung Heosphoros and cut off her legs at the knees.

I caught a thrown axe out of the air and threw it back at its owner- it sunk into his skull and threw him backwards, knocking over his friends behind him.

I threw a decapitated corpse into the Bloody 88 members behind me. They fell into a booth, ripping through the fabric. I jumped onto the shoulders of a younger fighter, cut off his hands and leapt to the balcony, grabbing onto the railing as the Bloody 88 yelled below me. Camille started leaping up the stair to the balcony, and I pulled myself over to meet her swing as she ran at me. She clashed blades with me, pushing my back to met the wall. Twisting so her sickle so it sunk into the wall and stuck the, I cut off one of her accomplishes in half and leapt off the balcony, swinging to the ground on a curtain and throwing it onto a group so killing them was like shooting- or stabbing- blind fish in a barrel.

I saw the silhouette of Magnus through a pale curtain, clambering down the fire escape.

Coward.

I dropped to the floor and spun on my back, cutting attackers off at their feet. They fell screaming, holding their lost limbs and sobbing like children. I fought my way to the stairs, then ran up them three steps at a time, more than I thought my short legs could handle. I cut one off and threw him down the stairs, knocking over my pursuers. Camille jumped over his body and followed me, with the only twenty fit fighters. The rest lay dead or crying.

I walked backward, into a private room. They followed, stalking me like prey.

I hit the lights, and we were plunged into dark. I heard their unsure footsteps, treading uneasily through the blackness.

I swung and killed three, from the sound of the screams. Now that my position was given away, they quickly fought back I jumped, ducked and slashed my way through them until only one remained, from the nervous footsteps.

My elbow hit the light switch and I stepped around the corpses, and the remaining fighter flinched at the light, I raised my sword, but when I saw his face, I realized it was only a child, shaking and holding what looked like a wooden sword.

I rolled my eyes and cut off the toy sword at the hilt. The little boy dropped his sword and raised his hands, shaking like a leaf.

I grabbed him and hit the back of his legs with the flat end of Heosphoros with each yell, "This… Is what… You get… For fucking… Around with… Shadowhunters!" I threw him away in disgust, "Go home to your mother!"

He ran out, falling over himself on the way out.

Camille suddenly leapt out of the shadows, and our weapons met with a metallic clang. She kicked me onto the balcony and jumped up on the railing, and nearly lopped off my head (probably the first time I ever thanked the Angel for my size). I jumped up to the railing to meet her blows, jumping back and fore trying to land a hit on each other.

We leapt back for a second, glaring at each other.

"Die," Camille hissed, raising the sickle.

"Been there, done that," I growled back.

She swung. I ducked backward, and then threw myself around. My blade met her waist- and kept going, all the way through. Camille's eyes went wide and her two halves went toppling to the ground, and hit the floorboards with two sickening splats.

I stepped off the railing, and tried to catch my breath. Groans, screams and sobs echoed through Taki's as the portion of the Bloody 88 that were still alive dragged themselves along the floor, trying to recover lost body parts and get out of the restaurant. I raised Heosphoros in shaking hands and shook blood off it

"Those of you still lucky enough to have your lives…" I called, panting, "Take them with you! However," I added, voice dark, "leave the limbs you've lost. They belong to me now."

I was answered by more moans and cried as the Bloody 88 crawled toward the exit.

"Except you, Catarina!" I pointed my sword at the squirming warlock. She looked up at me, white hair red with blood and eyes terrified.

I shook my head, "You stay right where you are."

Then I turned, jumped down the fire escape and ran into the night to kill Magnus Bane.