[ She's about to make fun of him some more. But then she sees what he's pointing at and she stops. It seems innocent and for a moment she feels a twist in her stomach. But she wants to learn.
She raises her shoulders in a question. What now? ]
[ She'd brought her CDC issue gun with her when she'd agreed to go for a walk. Clary isn't necessarily a fan of all of the violence around here but she hadn't wanted to be caught out now. Which is why she reaches inside her coat for it.
Then Sturmhond is making her stand like a shooter and she can't be blamed if maybe she blushes just a little about it all. Just because she's shooting to kill doesn't mean she's dead inside. ]
If I do it wrong will you put it out of it's misery? [ She doesn't want it to suffer if she screws up. ]
[ He glances at her, seeing colour rise in her cheeks.
She's a Shadowhunter, but new to it. How many has she actually killed before? Any? And perhaps the things she would have to kill would be different from animals, anyway. He squeezes her shoulder. ]
[ She thinks of all the weapons that they'd had in the Institute. Not one of them had been a gun. Clary can't help but wonder if her power stops the minute she puts her fingers on the trigger. This is an animal, not a demon. It's done nothing to her and there's no reason she should kill it and yet the ghost of Dagger's punishment rattles in her veins and she narrows her eyes and looks at the Madu for a moment.
Breathing in slowly, Clary draws on every bit of strength she has inside her, tells herself it's this or death, and let's her breath out. She squeezes the trigger and fires, her arm being forced back by the recoil. It hits and she feels a thrill of something, though she's not sure what to name her feeling.
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[ He sounds like he's joking.
He's probably not joking.
He leads her around, until Korol is in sight again. His eyes are on something small, fast and furry on the ground. A furlix. ]
He's fond of those. Let's leave him to that, shall we? I don't think a target as small as that would be good for your first attempt.
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[ She offers him a grin because really, she's pretty much useless to anyone who's not a Shadowhunter. ]
I guess I could try and learn before you bleed out though. I wouldn't want Korol to be sad.
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Any scars I come away with will be on your head. Must you so openly attack my vanity? It's very fragile.
[ No it isn't.
He stops her, though, putting a hand on her arm and pointing up ahead.
One of those delightful rabbit-mouse things is there, nosing at the ground. ]
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She raises her shoulders in a question. What now? ]
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Try to relax. A cleaner blow is kinder. Keep your arms steady, and remember the gun will kick back when you pull the trigger. Support it.
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Then Sturmhond is making her stand like a shooter and she can't be blamed if maybe she blushes just a little about it all. Just because she's shooting to kill doesn't mean she's dead inside. ]
If I do it wrong will you put it out of it's misery? [ She doesn't want it to suffer if she screws up. ]
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She's a Shadowhunter, but new to it. How many has she actually killed before? Any? And perhaps the things she would have to kill would be different from animals, anyway. He squeezes her shoulder. ]
I promise.
Try to relax, you'll be all right.
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Breathing in slowly, Clary draws on every bit of strength she has inside her, tells herself it's this or death, and let's her breath out. She squeezes the trigger and fires, her arm being forced back by the recoil. It hits and she feels a thrill of something, though she's not sure what to name her feeling.
In a whisper. ] Did I kill it?