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JPov

He had skewered the wimp of a boy who thought he could take the dashing red head down. He was running straight for her- he actually thought he had a chance of getting to her. Jace watched with admiration as the girl flung her dagger at him and hit him square in the shoulder.

What a beauty she was. Was it weird that he was even more attracted to her now?

He managed to steal glances her way every time there was a break in the constant flow of attackers. Right now there was no one gunning for him and he was able to just...stare.

Her long waist-length hair was a flaming torch against her dark cloak and her forehead was slightly beaded with sweat. Her coppery eyebrows were scrunched together in a manor that just pulsed with cute determination Her emerald eyes reminded him of a cats.

She was like an angry kitten who had picked a fight with an ally cat that had brought his group of ally cat friends along. Or an army of ally cat friends along.

He snapped out of his reverie as he heard a shout "You bitc-"

Jace flung his knife and watched as it pierced the mans heart.

He turned around just in time to meet a sword slashing down at his face. Quickly Jace jumped back and managed to avoid a fatal blow although the blade made a shallow cut on his chest that seeped with a tiny stream of blood. Jace looked up to face his attacker and saw the shocked look on his face. Probably at the speed that Jace could move. He was faster than most shadowhunters.

But this attacker- Jace was going to call him Ugly for he was horrendous- was stunned paralyzed. Absolutely still that he looked like a statue. A terrible, horribly sculpted, ugly statue.

Jace plucked the sword from Ugly's hand and said to him in a low voice "Ouch. That was my good side. Now I'm going to have a huge battle scar for that Abacrombie and Fitch photo shoot. "He sighed dramatically. "And to think I was hoping to make some money, but now I can't...all because of you"

And with that he ended the mans life.

Jace quickly looked around for the red head. The flashing beauty who was whirling around like a leaf in a hurricane. Where was she...

There. Jace spotted her lying on the ground, a dark flash bolting away from her...still form.

He darted over.

There she was. The girl without the name. Her hair was fanned out around her head and a strand had fallen over her closed eyes. She was a pale white colour and her lips were parted with her light breathing. Like a brush of a rose petal or the soft caress of a hand her breath stirred on his face. So light, so soft, so melodic...

Too light.

And that's when he realized he was lying in a pool of beat red and sparkling blood.

so...Jace Point Of Veiw. He thought about cats and made fun of soldiers. Totally Jace right? Please review or tell me if I got Jace right. Please? Oh and Clary might die :O Hope you liked it and keep reading! Lovestory112 :)