May 29, 2020 2:49 PM
storms and vivids in the mortal instruments
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"Damn it-" he rushes in after her, trying to keep up and canvas the room properly at the same time. 

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She runs into the living room. The floor is covered in ripped open cushions and pillows. The bookshelves are tipped over, their contents scattered. Everything that had a place, now completely trashed. But - Clary's heart skips a beat. Her and her mom's paintings. Every single one cut from their frame and ripped into strips.

"Mom, where are you?!"

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He keeps pace with her, eyes taking in the state of the room and searching for any signs of demonic presence. He pulls a device out of another pocket while she looks around the living room, tapping at it and causing it to produce a strong vibration. 

"Keep it down," he tells her, grim. "Whatever did this is still around." 

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Anger solidifies, overtaking her desperate fear and helplessness. It settles in her chest and helps her heart calm, her mind focus.

"Where?"

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He holds out the sensor, turning in a slow circle. It points towards the bedroom. 

"...Here," he says, holding out the cylinder in his hand. "Let me take point, seriously, you have no protection against demonic venom. But if it gets past me, feel free to attack it - the blade will come out if you say 'Akrasiel'." 

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Clary takes it, doesn't bother with waiting for a cue, and whispers the word, "Akrasiel."

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And he takes out his other blade, murmurs, "Israfil," and proceeds towards the bedroom with purpose.

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There's a moment of stillness, and then something rears up out of the shadows of the room at him, before leaping towards him, it's tail - with a sharp stinger included - aimed right at his chest. 

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He lunges forward under it, slashing at its front to keep its attention on him and away from Clary, and lures it further into the room with him, eyeing the stinger warily. "Ravener," he calls over to her, "Even more venomous than most. Watch out for the teeth and the stinger." 

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Clary moves to flank it, waiting for it's attention to be fully on Alex.

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He's not making that difficult. He ducks under another lunge and lashes out with his blade and severs one of the striking claws.

It screeches, much like the demon had last night. The sound is much more grating up close.  

It sure seems to have all its attention on Alex, now. 

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Good. She lashes out at the thing with surprising speed and cuts into it, leaving a deep gash.

"What did you do with my mom?!"

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It shrieks, but doesn't seem inclined to answer. 

"It isn't-" Alex starts, but has to cut himself off to dodge back from a swipe of its tail.

While he's out of range, the Ravener demon turns slightly - and lunges at Clary, claws outstretched and tail prepared to strike. 

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- and she lunges forward too, burying the sword deep into the Ravener's torso -

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He lunges after it as well, blade flashing out to redirect the tail before it can strike her-

-but he doesn't have any way to catch the claws. One of them sinks into the arm Clary's brought right into its range, just before it registers the stab wound. It cries out and retreats back towards Alex, jerking and thrashing, and then goes still. 

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Clary pants and stares down at the demon, then at the sword in her hand.

"That - really just happened. Is it dead?"

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He stares at her, "Yep. And so will you be if I don't get you back to Hodge right now, god damn it-" He leaps over the ravener's corpse and approaches her to get a better look at the wound - and possibly catch her, if she falls whenever she notices that she's injured.

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Oh. She can't move her arm. And she supposes that's pain. Weiiird.

"Right. Venomous." She does not fall over, but she does reach out for him. "I guess my first time killing something with a sword - or ever- " she blinks, suddenly dizzy. "What do you need me to do?"

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"I- shit-" he looks a little scared, actually, as he gets a good look at her injury. It went right through her arm. Even if the demon hadn't been venomous, this would be bad, for a mundane. As it is...

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...But then there's his theory. Or, his gut-instinct, anyway. This girl is not just a sighted mundane. He's unaccountably sure of it. And if she isn't just a sighted mundane, and she's not a downworlder - he can always tell - then... 

He gets a determined look, "There's no way I can get you back to the Institute before that venom kills you," he tells her. "There's something I can try - but if it fails, it might also kill you. Or drive you mad. I don't think it will, but I might be wrong." 

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