The week that followed was tense and tiring. Magnus had yet to return any comment on what his contacts may have known. He did however provide Clary and Jace with a draft which kept them awake without any effects to their health. That was beginning to run out as well so they were expecting a visit soon despite the lack of communication.

They had begun Clary's daily training sessions five days ago with Luke supervising their first lesson. The first lesson had been about obtaining the correct stance and basic manoeuvres with daggers and such then progressed into more technical components from there onward. Jace was patient but forceful in his teaching, treating her like any other shadowhunter in training.

Today would be no different to the past five except they would be trying one on one combat for the first time. Something Clary had had to beg and plead for from Jace. He was completely against the idea stating that she was not yet ready and would mostly likely be injured, leaving out the fact that it would be him hurting her. She knew that was why he was so hesitant but after several pouts and pleas he had caved under the condition they use wooden weapons; Clary had made a face at that.

Still she walked down the paved street to the Lightwoods the following day with more haste than usual. The wind blew her hair into a mattered trail of fire behind her as she hugged her worn jacket tighter to her trembling frame. Thankfully the Lightwood's mansion was soon in sight.

She trotted quickly up the stair to the thick oak door. She rapped the heavy knocked against the wood three times with her gloved hand, waiting for a response. She heard the sound of feet thumping down the stairs and then the door swung open revealing Isabelle.

"Isabelle?"

"Yes, sorry to disappoint. Come in and I'll explain."

Clary followed Isabelle into the old house with a trickle of worry in her mind. Jace would never miss a session if it wasn't important. He rarely let her out of his sight as it is. They walked down the brief hall and into the sitting room. Jace's adoptive sister gestured to the sofa and Clary sat down quickly.

"What's going on?" Clary asked immediately after Isabelle was seated.

"Nothing you need stress about. The Clave wanted to speak to Jace about Jonathan, they want as many details as they can get," she explained.

"So basically they don't have any idea where Seb-Jonathan is then?" Clary stressed.

"Exactly and Jace is the only one who can give them any sort of lead or insight," Isabelle agreed grudgingly.

Clary sighed then moved to stand, "No training then today."

Isabelle jumped up startling her "Oh no missy, you're still training; just not with angel boy," she said with a mischievous smile.

"Ok basics in one on one combat. Your lead foot always goes back. Never let you opponent get behind you if you can help it. Keep your guard up and weapon balanced," Isabelle instructed Clary seriously.

They stood in the centre of what was once was Jace's temporary room. All the furniture had been removed and replaced with a table for equipment, a training bag and a chair for the supervisor. That chair was unoccupied today because, she was told, an adult only had to be here if it was Jace and Clary training. She could see the clear scuff marks on the light wood floors from the last time they trained.

Clary listened intently as Isabelle explained what they would be doing today.

"We will start with simple defence drill for now then introduce the weapons in a moment. Now stand feet shoulder width apart. On my count we begin, 1, 2, 3!"

Clary only had enough time to raise her hands before Isabelle was flying at her with fists and directions.

"Block, dodge, block, punch, block, dodge, jump, punch, kick, block, dodge..."

This continued for several minutes until Clary had sweat running down her face in rivets, sticking her hair to her flush skin. Clary could feel where there would be bruises. Finally after Isabelle pinned her to the floor for the third time they stopped for a break. Clary drew a quick healing rune, drained a bottle of water then ran back to the floor where Isabelle stood with two wooden knives in hand.

"Alright, we will start again just with the basics. First, you will have to adjust your techniques to accommodate the weapon and how it moves etc. Second, don't jab at your target, you'll slow down. Lastly, don't go for the obvious areas immediately, they can anticipate that, aim for arms, face and legs before you go for the 'organs' like the heart."

Clary nodded as she recited the other girl's points through her head. Isabelle spun a plain dagger in her hand until she held the blade. Clary grasped the foam hilt in her hand and balanced it in her palm, surprised at its realistic weight.

"Oh and Clary," said girl glanced up, "don't try and do what they do in the movies, it won't work."

They both snorted before stepping back to opposite sides of an invisible line and dropping into stance.

"Again on my count 1, 2, 3..."

Crack.

The sound for wood slamming together reverberated around the hollow room and they began to move. Isabelle threw in suggestions and instructions every now and again but allowed Clary to learn herself for the most part.

She was soon covered in sweat again and slowing down. She ignored it and put it down to fatigue; they had been at this for over an hour. Even when her vision blurred for a moment but she shook it off and kept going. She forced her muscles to move faster and her brain to catch up however she still felt like she was in a daze. Then her vision stared to blur again and black spots appeared. The sounds of the training room began to fade and then she was falling.

She felt hands catch her and lower her to the floor before her world went black.