“The vampires start to close in. “shouldn’t we stand back to back or something?” Clary said.
"I don’t know. In movies that’s what they do in this kind of…situation."
Jace laughs, “You, you are the most-“
The most what?” Clary demands indignantly.
Jace: Nothing. This isn’t a situation okay? I save that word for when things get really bad.”
"Really bad? This isn’t really bad? What do you want, a nuclear-"
The windows exploded inward in a shower of broken glass. Through the shattered windows came dozens of sleek shapes, four footed and low to the ground, their coats scattering moonlight and broken bits of glass.