HEY GUYS!

So I haven't updated this one in a while because I was working on my Hunger Games fanfic… check it out if you want to! :D

Listening to the INCEPTION soundtrack (by the way, it has THE WORLDS most BEAUTIFUL song- Time- and you must listen to it to complete your life. Seriously. Go to Youtube or whatever, type it in, and just listen.) and it's wonderful.

OKAY! FIGHT SCENE!j

Here is Jace AGAIN, because I just love him that much. (also whoever submitted him- any connection to Mortal Instuments?)

I love fighting. There's nothing more satisfying than breaking a guy's nose with your fist. I was super pumped for the fight that was about to happen. The people standing outside the car looked exactly my type: large, muscular, and possibly better fighters.

I was sizing them up from inside the whale when Scott asked, "Hey Jace, do you have a weapon?"

"I was planning on using my fists," I responded. When Scott saw that I was being serious, he rolled his eyes.

"At least take this," he said, tossing me a pair of brass knuckles. They were much heavier than they looked. "Don't get to much blood on them." Scott looked around at all of us. "Jace, you're ready, Alex, I'm not even going to bother, and Jay… you up for fighting?"

Jay tried flexing her wings, but winced. "Not fighting… I think I could manage a short flight up on top of that roof over there," she said, pointing. She began taking the wooden brace off. "I'm very good with a bow."

"Awesome," Scott said. He twirled a short dagger in between his fingers. "Everyone ready?"

I looked at the small mob outside. They were staring at us and grinning, obviously waiting for us to make the first move. Counting quickly, there were eight people; two for each of us. "Let's go, Super Mario."

Scott swung the door open, immediately diving on top of a guy, smashing the hilt of the dagger into is face. I dived out after him, landing on the back of a burly girl who was about to stab him in the back. I wrestled her (which I must say was somewhat awkward) but she was much bigger than me. She pinned me against the cold concrete, smashing my head against the ground. Pain shot through my head, and I was dazed for a few seconds. I laid there, breathing shallowly, trying to comprehend anything but my blazing head, when I saw a delicate feather float down, settling on the ground. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a giant pair of wings swooping up toward a parking garage.

I twisted my arm, wretching out of the girl's grasp and swung wildly, hitting her in the throat. She collapsed sideways, coughing; I saw a spot of blood appear on the pavement. Scrambling to my feet, I aimed a kick in her direction. My foot connected with her chest and she went down. As soon as I got to my feet, I was grabbed from behind and spun around. A large, hairy man grinned down at me, showing off some very unflattering yellow teeth. His hand wrapped around my throat, and my hands scrabbled against his grip. A large butcher knife gleamed in his hand.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the thing to come down on me, but I heard an agonized yelp, and the grip on my throat disappeared. I opened my eyes to see the guy grab his hand, which was pierced by a thin dagger. Another blade whizzed out of nowhere and hit him in the back- when he collapsed, I was able to see Alex perched on top of the Whale, holding many daggers in his hands. I was almost happy that he saved my life when he threw one in my direction, snagging the sleeve of my favorite leather jacket and ripping a decent-sized hole in it. I retaliated by flipping him off.

Meanwhile, Scott was dodging the blade of a small but lithe girl. Both of them bore long cuts from the intense knife fight. The girl caught his dagger on the edge of her blade, sending it spinning into an alley. Before she could do anything else, an arrow appeared in her side. I remembere d the feather and the glimpse of Jay flying away; she must've made it to the roof with her broken wing.

Suddenly, I heard a popping noise. I felt something whizz by my cheek, catching the edge of my ear. I instinctively ran and dived behind the car, almost smashing into Alex.

"What was that?" I panted, holding my ear. I could feel torn flesh; something had torn a chunk of my ear away. It hurt like heck, and it was bleeding like a faucet.

"Some idiot's got a gun," Alex replied. On cue, I felt the Whale tremble as bullets peppered the side.

"That's going to ruin the paint job," I said. I looked upward toward the building where Jay had flown. "Can't Jay use her archery skills and like, snipe them or something?"

"I don't see her," Alex said, searching as well.

"Crap." I was scared about that- what if some goon had snatched her, or if someone found her? She was already injured, and she was the one who had the leads on where Suze was. If we lost her, we were in trouble. Frantic, I risked a look under the car. Scott was hiding behind a low wall, holding his hands over his head as bullets tore chucks of brick from the wall. "Crap times two. We're kind of trapped."

"Even if this isn't your fault, I'm going to blame it on you, Freeman," Alex answered. "If we die, I just wanted to let you know, I've always hated you the most."

I made a mock-sentimental face. "Well, aren't we just a couple of lovers."

From behind his wall, Scott yelled, "STOP MAKING OUT BACK THERE AND DO SOMETHING, YOU MORONS!"

"WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO, GET SHOT?" Alex yelled back.

Suddenly, I had an idea. "Hey Alex…"

"I have a feeling I am not going to enjoy this."

"… how fast are you?"

…

"You understand the plan?" I asked.

"If I die for this, I'm going to kill you," Alex answered.

I smiled and clapped him on the back. "Good to see you're an optimist. Let's go. Run little rabbit, run!"

He snarled and leapt out from behind the Whale, which now resembled Swiss cheese. The idiot holding the machine gun immediately aimed for him. Alex was quick, though. He ducked and dodged as bullets flew around him. I had to stifle a laugh- he looked like he was doing the funky chicken.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, SONTERS?" Scott yelled.

"DO I LOOK LIKE I WANT TO BE DOING THIS?" Alex answered, literally dodging bullets.

As Alex did the hokey-pokey, I took advantage of the distraction and the noise to creep up behind the gunman. He was smiling deviously as he filled the air with metal, and he didn't notice me. I swung out my leg, sweeping his legs out from under him. He went down, the gun still going; a bullet ricocheted off of something and the guy screamed and grabbed his leg.

As he writhed in pain, I picked up the gun and posed with it in the air. "Now I have a machine gun, ho-ho-ho."

Alex collapsed to the ground in a relieved heap and Scott crawled out from behind the wall. Looking around at the various bodies, some bleeding, some unconscious, and a few dead, he managed to say, "That went well."

Sorry if it's a little confusing or if there are errors- I wrote this very quickly and I'm uploading if right away because I have to leave… anyway, bonus points to people who can pick out the various pop culture references I made, because there are a few.

PLEASE REVIEW, tell me what you think, it makes me HAPPY! And check out my Hunger Games fanfic, tell me what you think about that as well!