"I think that's mine." Izzy's voice is smooth as she stands a few feet away from a particularly angry woman wielding a metal pipe who almost brained somebody; luckily, the young red level escaped before he got any brain damage. There's not an ounce of fear on the shadowhunter's face, though, despite what she saw. She may not have her trademark whip in this place, but that doesn't make her incapable by any means. Armed with a pipe of her on, the petite woman is confident that not only can she handle her oncoming attacker, but that she can take the other woman's pipe no problem. The look of rage that pulls at her opponent's features only make the corners of Izzy's mouth tug further upward. "And I'll be taking it now...before you hurt somebody else, or maybe yourself!"

The scream that erupts from the ASS member, below the mask, doesn't scary Izzy. In fact, it just tells her that the other woman is about to attack. In a move that she's done a million times, probably, Izzy waits and once she's close enough and she snaps the pipe in her right hand against the arm wielding the weapon that Iz has claimed as her own. It clatters to the ground and the sound is lost in the chaos and the follow up blow is delivered strategically, causing the woman to crumple to the ground--after all, Izzy doesn't want to kill the woman, just incapacitate her...she might not feel great later, but she should live. Obviously not all of the attackers are particularly skilled...just angry. And maybe a few of them are, the others...probably just lucky and opportunistic.

Bending down to pick up the other pipe, Izzy feels much better armed than she did before. This isn't going to help with figuring out the influx of murders, that's for sure, and Izzy's been on that to the best of her ability. However, she's a shadowhunter...and she can't just let this happen. She can't watch as people who don't deserve it are getting hurt. The pipes are heavier than what she's used to training with it, but Izzy moves anyway. She came in late, to begin with, because she's been preoccupied, but the ORANGE made it, anyway....and in the midst of all of this.

Working her way through the crowd, guiding people who are afraid, hurt, or not capable of fighting out of the way of harm Izzy moves gracefully, using both of the pipes to intervene when necessary...and striking when she has to without hesitation, the metallic clangs lost among the chaos in the commissary. She moves just as fluidly as when she danced for the Charity Ball, perhaps even a little more so, considering all of the obstacles in her way (and okay she may have kicked a few chairs, but only when necessary, after all, with the crowd someone could get hurt). Sure, she doesn't avoid every blow and takes a few, but it's worth it in this case: to protect people. She doesn't shy away from any fight, even after the licks she takes, turning her body to divert blows, so that they aren't going to be as bad, and her hair coming undone from it's braid a little more with each fight until it's completely undone. Terrible as this all is, it's the most workout she's gotten since arriving here.

She can't just let innocent people be attacked because things aren't perfect here. Izzy's doing her part. Like she always does.

Once the melee, attack, whatever...is over with Izzy gives up the pipes and does what she can to help with the wounded, not bothering with her own bruises, busted lip, bruising and cut just above and coming down to meet her left eyebrow--all of which are minor in comparison to some of what she saw happen to people this evening. There's dried blood on both her orange jumpsuit and splattered near the rune on her neck, most of it not even her own. Hard not to get that way considering the people who were hurt, and the fact that she fought back. She's in one piece, though, and only a little worse for the wear. All in all, the petite shadowhunter faired about as well as she expected to: she got through safe and protected as many as she could. She can't help but linger, though, looking for familiar faces to check on and to help wherever she can when she can.

This is going to be a long night with everything that's already happened.