💔 - 8. Your muse accidentally fatally injures mine. || @bowriven .
SWORDS DRAWN, attacks and blows being dealt to the demons surrounding them, adamantium blades clanging in the quiet night. the blond fights in close-combat, the archer firing from above. a fool-proof plan, really, as long as neither shadowhunter made any wrong moves.
what hadn’t been taken into account was the DEMONS making those wrong moves for them. the last one was being incredibly stubborn, and garr was struggling, not too badly, but definitely things could be going a lot better. he hears alec notch another arrow and take aim, and he then turns his attention back to the ugly demon, the creature grabbing the blond and shifting him just a bit to the left, right in front of him.
and garr stabs it, watching the creature disintegrate with a cocky grin before he’s struck, not by demon claws, no, but by that same arrow he’d heard and seen alec prep in his bow only moments before. time seemed to slow, and he held back a scream, teeth gritting together so forcefully before he collapsed on the ground, trying to reach the arrow lodged in his back but to no avail.