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Thunk. Thunk. That was all Will could hear as he threw knives in the training room at the New York Institute. Will could pretty much wield all possible weapons, with great accuracy. He had mastered niten'ichi, the dual sword wielding trick created by Miyamoto Musashi in Japan. He could wield a naginata, could throw shuriken with great speed and mastered Kenjutsu. He had developed a great interest in the Japanese arts when he had visited Japan with his parents at the age of 10. He had taken care that he master at least 4 of their major combat arts. "You're really good at throwing knives." a sweet, feminine voice said, echoing through the training room. He smirked and turned around to find Madelyn and replied, "I know. What are you doing here?" "I came here to train, just like you." she said, examining a katana on the wall, with a pearl and ruby inlaid handle specially crafted by ancient and powerful samurai of Japan. She touched the handle carefully with her snow-white fingers, her hands running across the pearls and ruby. He watched her intently, as she smiled like she just remembered something pleasant. Her eyes looked red-shot, she had been clearly crying through yesterday night. She had left to her room yesterday after dinner, only stopping to thank him and his parents profusely for the hospitality. "Hey, are you okay? You couldn't have done anything to prevent the death of your parents." he said, hoping to comfort her. "I am not okay! I saw my parents getting slaughtering with my eyes! And don't you tell me I couldn't have done anything about it!" she burst out, but miraculously held herself together, and did not breakdown. "I am sorry…. I didn't mean to…" he started, mentally stabbing himself for saying something so plainly awful. "No, no, I should be sorry. I shouldn't have burst out like that." she said, and added, "It's just that I've never had anyone but them. And Rafeal of course." "Now you have us. We could be your family." he said, taking a step towards her. She nodded slowly. "Want to sword fight? It's not like you're gonna win anyway, though. I doubt losing will make you feel better." he said, pulling his favourite sword from its sheath, smirking. The sword was a beautiful silver sword, with one edge plated with pure, tempered iron. It was designed and crafted by Shadowhunters, such that it would useful against rogue Downworlders. It had a rare, jade stone welded into its handle, surrounded by blue stones. It was truly beautiful. It had an engraving in Latin, on the blade. We are dust and shadows. The motto of the Clave. "I actually lost my sword in the midst of the fight yesterday." she said, plainly. He then noticed, that she was in gear. The black leather suited her. Her black hair looked stark against her snow white skin. He looked away quickly, afraid she might notice him staring. William Herondale didn't stare or gawk at anything but weapons. He composed himself and said, "You can take the katana on the wall. As a gift." She smiled and carefully lifted it from its holder. "That's awfully generous of you. I will always be thankful for giving me this beautiful sword. What's it's name?" she said, admiring the blade. "Jihibukai hito." Will replied. "Merciful one." she said, immediately. "A perfect name." "You know Japanese?" he asked, astonished that she had just translated the name of the sword, like it was at the tip of her tongue. "I had Japanese tutor. I have learnt 6 languages, besides Japanese. It's truly a wonderful language." she said, and whipped the sword into professional cuts and slashes. Then suddenly, a ruckus erupted outside. Will rushed to the only huge window, Madelyn hot on his heels. They both watched as Clary and Jace ran down the steps of the Institute to multiple cars parked outside the Institute. One of the doors of a car opened, revealing a wounded shadowhunter. Will immediately recognised the face. Isabelle Lovelace. Aunt Isabelle. Clary's cry could be heard at the training room. "No, no.. It can't be.." Will said, running towards the door. Will loved Aunt Isabelle. He couldn't afford losing her. "Wait…" she said. He whipped around to face a paled-face Madelyn. "You stay here." he commanded. "Don't you command me. I am coming whether you like it or not." she said, the colour flooding back to her face. She slammed her Katana back into its intricately designed sheath. "Let's go." he said, and added, "but you're a problem, Madelyn Wayland." She pushed his chest playfully, her touch comforting his rapidly-beating heart.