[ He laughs. She still doesn't believe him. The best lies are the ones that people will still believe, even when you tell them the truth.
Should he be upset that the lie seems to sit more easily with one of his friends? Perhaps, but he's not. He's just pleased that the mask provided such a good cover.
He clips her, though, and he frowns at that. It's enough to make him stumble back as she aims for his knees, and then he nods at her. He's impressed; she's fighting through the pain now. But he holds a hand up, halting proceedings and lowering his sword. ]
[ Her sword dangles loosely in her hand before she lets it drop, reaching to pull at her sleeve. It's torn and through it she can see the first welling of blood but it doesn't bother her. ]
I know you wanted me to buy a new wardrobe but stabbing my clothes isn't the way to do it. [ Her stele is pulled free from her pocket and Clary eases back the fabric at her collarbone to join the lines of her rune back together. It flares with light for a moment before all that's left to remind them is the red edged rip in her shirt. ]
[ Sturmhond watches the rune do its work, and then nods. His foot kicks up the blade from where she dropped it; he catches it with his left hand, and holds it back out to her. ]
Better safe than sorry. That’s the problem with training in steel.
[ A pause. ]
But you didn’t flinch. You’re much better at this. You’d not have let me away with that at first.
[ She takes the sword and then shrugs, a smile already at the corners of her mouth. ]
I have a good teacher. [ Which maybe she doesn't tell him enough, considering. Clary likes annoying him, it's part of their friendship and she figures neither of them are all that comfortable with sincerity especially when it's of the emotional kind. But he's had one hell of a day and maybe she'd like to tell him just once. ]
Can't let my enemies think they've got to me, right? So no flinching.
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Should he be upset that the lie seems to sit more easily with one of his friends? Perhaps, but he's not. He's just pleased that the mask provided such a good cover.
He clips her, though, and he frowns at that. It's enough to make him stumble back as she aims for his knees, and then he nods at her. He's impressed; she's fighting through the pain now. But he holds a hand up, halting proceedings and lowering his sword. ]
Wait. We can take a break.
Your shoulder, is it all right?
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I know you wanted me to buy a new wardrobe but stabbing my clothes isn't the way to do it. [ Her stele is pulled free from her pocket and Clary eases back the fabric at her collarbone to join the lines of her rune back together. It flares with light for a moment before all that's left to remind them is the red edged rip in her shirt. ]
All better.
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Better safe than sorry. That’s the problem with training in steel.
[ A pause. ]
But you didn’t flinch. You’re much better at this. You’d not have let me away with that at first.
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I have a good teacher. [ Which maybe she doesn't tell him enough, considering. Clary likes annoying him, it's part of their friendship and she figures neither of them are all that comfortable with sincerity especially when it's of the emotional kind. But he's had one hell of a day and maybe she'd like to tell him just once. ]
Can't let my enemies think they've got to me, right? So no flinching.