@spiritchosen let’s get his party staaarteeeddd.
It all went WRONG before Jasper even knew what was happening. The Pack had
gotten split up in the chaos of the attack, leaving him and Clarke fighting the mutts
with their backs pressed together, swords SLASHING and stabbing as they worked
together to fight the hideous creatures that were OUT FOR BLOOD. He didn’t have
time to even consider whether Clary and Kai were still alive or not, nor whether their
numbers were going to drop even further so soon after Rebekah’s death. No, he had
one thought at one thought only; KILL THE MUTTS.
A curse fell from his lips when his sword got stuck in the chest of one of the mutts,
lifting his foot to SHOVE it’s body away as he yanked the sword out, but in his brief
moment of distraction, he let down his defenses. A cry of AGONY fell from his lips
at the feeling of one of the mutt’s claws SHREDDING the skin over his collarbones,
the fabric from his clothes split open as he felt his blood leaving the wound. Letting
out a grunt, his head felt heavy as he struggled to fight off the remaining mutts with
what little remaining energy he had. The moment the last one fell, so did Jasper.
Eyes shut, he thanked the heavens for the ADRENALINE that was pumping in his
veins and stopping him from feeling too much pain on his chest as his hands made
their way to press against the wound. He clenched his jaw shut to stop himself from
yelling at the pain it caused, breath heaving as he opened his eyes in an attempt to
seek out his district partner. His words came out much WEAKER than he’d liked to
have admit, but in that moment he couldn’t bring himself to care; he couldn’t die like
this... he just COULDN’T.