Fighting was always something that Clary was good at. This particular night, though, she just wasn't on top of her game. She was fighting five demons in the back by myself. I had to give it to them, they had got some good hits on her, and she knew that they were going to leave a huge ass purple mark on her back in the morning.

If I get to live that long after tonight she thought to herself.

She finally killed two of them by throwing her seraph blade into their skulls. One happened to be standing in front of the other one, so that just happened to be pure luck. One of them kicked her in her rib causing her to gasp.

Awww, shadowhunter, it seems as if you are not going to make it this time, it hissed in her face.

"Don't ever underestimate me you ugly bastard," she hissed back. She hated showing any sign of weakness to anybody.

Just then she snapped the heads of two more of the demons necks. One with her legs, and the other own with her bare hands. She only had one more to go.

His tail began to wrap around her leg, and he flipped her on her back. She grunted against the pain. The demon was on top of her in less than a second. His hands were around her neck, trying to strangle her.

Die, you stupid bitch it hissed frustrated. Clary was not on to give up, and he could see that.

Clary grinned. "You first," she spit in his face. She took a secret seraph blade that was hidden in her thigh sheaths. She stuck it into its skull with all her force. She threw him off of her body and bean to stand up. She noticed that her dressed was ripped on the side when the door opened and this pretty girl with black hair walked in.