Daddy Dearest

We Meet Again

Clary smirked as she listened to the mundie boy ramble on about loins and agony or something. If this is what passes for mundane poetry, Clary was glad she was a shadowhunter.

A sudden shadow blocked out the light, so Clary looked up to see a bespectacled mundane boy sit next to her. Ugh. Presumptuous filth.

The boy looked as if he was about to say something,then thought better of it when he saw Clary's death stare.

"Move. Now." Her voice was cold and icy.

"But I just wanted to say that you look really pretty and I'd like t-"

"No." She cut him off. "I don't know who you think you are, but I'm superior to you in ways that you don't even know exist, so I suggest you leave now, before I give you a fate worse than death."

The boy flinched. "My name's Simon," he stuttered, "and I don't know-"

"No," snarled Clary. "You don't know anything, but I'll be generous. You have ten seconds to move, or you can kiss your manhood goodbye."

The boy moved. Clary smirked.

And then frowned when she saw a blue eyed, black haired boy with Runes covering his body staring at her from outside. A shadowhunter. Presumably one from last night.

Didn't that just complicate things.

Sneering, she strutted outside, and immediately sensed four others waiting in the shadows. Crap. Clary could beat five, if she had all of her equipment, but she had wanted a quiet night, and as such had only brought a few things.

Smirking, she taunted the boy. "Didn't get enough of the taste of defeat last night?" Confidence was key after all. "And this time you even brought backup! Was three on two too hard for you? Five on one does seem much fairer, I'll admit."

The boy frowned. "I don't know who you are, or what your business is, but you're obviously not a member of the Clave, and I'm required by law to bring in any rogues I might come across."

Clary shrugged. "So to follow your precious law, you're going to stalk a sixteen year old girl, and attack her while she's alone and drastically outnumbered."

The boy flinched. Clearly a nerve had been hit. "Look, we don't have to use force. You could come peacefully."

Clary snorted. "Sure, I'll come peacefully to get interrogated and tortured. Because that sound like it's well within the realm of my best interests," she replied sarcastically.

And with that she attacked. The fight was a blur to Clary. One second she was kicking who she recognised as Robert Lightwood, the next she was slicing a dagger through the shoulder of a literally golden boy, the next she was shoving someone who looked like the sister of original boy into original boy himself.

Eventually though, Clary began to tire, her stamina rune fading, and some kind of sedative dart managed to slip past her defenses. Her last thought before getting caught went something along the lines of ducking glass moles, and then everything went black.