WARNING: Warfare.. Kinda bloody, killing, and some "bad" words…. Don't flame me! You are warned!

Harry slipped up the stairs grabbing a bow and a couple of arrows as well as a gun for emergencies… His pockets where filled with daggers and knives for hand to hand combat. He knew his place, first due to his age he would be with the younger people on the roof, shooting arrows and guns for means of defense. It decreased their opponents' numbers greatly. They even developed throwing heavy rocks from the roof too, after all the history of warlords could be greatly used in battle, who cares if it was used in the medieval ages? Hey, as long as it worked, they didn't give a shit.

He quickly stood beside Ellen, another goth whom was already getting the rocks ready to push down the side… first they would attack and the rocks would be thrown down… Then when that was finished arrows would be used and after that, they would attack. Knives, swords, fists, anything that fit your fancy. Harry found a few other rocks and prepared for the ShadowVeil clan of fools for messing with them… Fools the lot of them… till their end.

A horn was blown. It was the sign to get ready, people ducked out of sight and silenced. A whistle sounded meaning the enemy had approached. They waited knowing not to reveal their positions, for it would mean only death. A few minutes later, the shifting of feet could be heard. Apparently, the enemy was getting impatient, not wanting to make the first move. But of course they would, it was always like that, and then they'd be attacked, the ShadowVeil may have been fools, but they weren't stupid. Well… maybe just a bit…

Soft footsteps could be heard. Closer… closer… closer… BANG. A gun was shot as the enemy clan was close enough. Harry hefted a rock over the roof and dropped it on unsuspecting opponents… or some suspecting ones. Others did the same and soon it was raining rocks, those who tried to retreat were shot with arrows. Not many of the ShadowVeil clan died, but others were injured and not able to continue. Their reinforcements came to fight and the battle continued.

Harry quickly lighted an arrow, the flame was fantasying, it would burn through they're numbers. He released the arrow and it hit an unsuspecting enemy who ironically tried the stop-drop-and roll technique… Which unfortunately for them didn't seem to work as it began to get larger… And larger… and larger. Harry frowned… how was that happening? His eyes widened magic perhaps? Vildava seemed to have wanted to tell him something… He concentrated on the opposing goths… Flames he pictured… nothing happened… flames… nothing… Flames… Nothing… FLAMES… and then there they were. Many howls of pain and aguish ripped through the air, the SilverBlood clan were momentarily surprised but continued to release their arrows.

Another horn was blown when they ran out of rocks and arrows… they would fight hand-to-hand combat now. It seemed as though the opposing leader had appeared. The other side had still a plentiful amount of people. They were even now, and only skill could win and stealth as well, Harry sadly glanced at one of his fallen comrades, struck with a bullet he supposed. He put his hand against the boy's pulse. Dead. His heart filled with sorrow, but no matter. There was no time for that. He quickly rushed down the stairs with others following right behind.

Harry quickly followed some of the other clan members out of the building to meet their attackers. He swiftly stabbed one in the chest and kicked him as he fell. Harry began stabbing other random enemies until hefound a worthy opponent. And his wish wasgranted as a light haired female tried to swipe off his head with her sword. He quickly ducked and swore for not bringing his own sword. He struck her side with his blade after seeing an opening. She countered with a slice on the shoulder. His eyes narrowed as he recognized her.

"Karla." He sneered.

"Harry." She snarled.

"So we meet again." He said, blocking with his dagger.

"You won't be alive for the next time…" She spoke, ducking as he attempted to chop of her head.

"I think it'll be the other way around." He close in on her and swiftly tripped her, she fell to the ground. Harry quickly kicked her sword out of the way, disabling her. Not knowing what else to do, she pinned him to the ground knocking the current dagger in his hand, away from him. The rolled on the ground attempting to choke one another. Harry then let her pin him, as his hand slipped in his boot to retrieve another knife.

"So it ends here…" She said, grinning maliciously.

"I suppose so."

"Any last words?"

"Bye." Harry said, she froze in shock as his knife cut through her heart. She was dead. A soft tear trickled down his cheek as he looked at his old friend. "I'm sorry it turned out this way." he whispered. He quickly pushed her corpse off himself. When the battle was over, perhaps he would burry his once friend. After picking up his dagger and her sword he plunged deeper into the battlefield. Killing mercilessly as the death of Karla weighed on his back. A cold hand touched his shoulder.

"Stop." And he did.

"If blinded by anger, you will make a mistake. And a mistake could be fatal." Harry visibly calmed at the sound of his leader's voice.

"Yes, of course. When shall you fight the leader?" Harry asked, knowing the answer.

"When the time is right."

Harry nodded curtly, observing the battle before him. Although they seemed to be winning, it was hardly unnoticeable that both sides had decreased immensely. He could hear someone sneaking up on them and quickly turned around and proceeded to fight the attacker.

"Daren?" Harry's eyes widened, surprised to see one of Karla's friends.

"Harry." He said coldly, and using Harry's momentarily surprise against him. Succeeding in making a slight cut across Harry's arm.

"You killed Karla." Daren yelled with rage. He blindly attacked Harry, who ducked and slid out of the way.

"Yes, I did." This only provoked the other boy more, Harry once again ducked this time letting the other move past him. Harry quickly jumped around and sliced off Daren's head. Otherwise, he'd become a problem in the future, a big problem. Vengeance was a worthy cause, and Harry wasn't stupid enough to let it continue.

"You made a mistake." Harry said, simply as he looked at the corpse. Blood streaked across the limp figure and organs splattered the ground. His stomach turned slightly. He glanced across the landscape, they were winning. It seemed as though the ShadowVeil clan needed to train better, they only had a few left. He quickly joined his fellows and continued to fight and kill. Blood stained his hands as he continued to slaughter the enemies. The opponent's numbers decreased immensely. Only 10 left. He left the others to kill them as he observed the two Leaders, who glared at one another. They would not fight yet, no that would only weaken them.

The battlefield was filled with injured people that withered on the ground in agony. Blood stained the cold road, and screams of pain could be heard. Anguish filled the hearts of those whom saw their closest fallen comrades that lay sprawled on the road. Dead corpses littered the red puddles and organs goozed from their cuts. Harry stabbed an enemy without a second thought.Fuckin' bastard, trying to sneak up on him like that…

A few minutes later the rest of the ShadowVeil clan were dead, unless they didn't enter the battle in the first place. Harry's gaze returned to the two leaders. They slowly approached each other. They would fight to death. The other leader was angry, he could feel the waves ofrage emitting from the ShadowVeil member. The two bowed slightly, raising they're swords, everyone else fell silent and watched.

The brown haired leader attacked first. Vildava didn't even flinch as she sidestepped the raging man. She countered with a cut on his back, which he couldn't block. His eyes narrowed, but to caught up in his anger he barely seemed to care. She ducked as he attacked her head. Vildava then kicked his arm, where it left a hefty bruise. His eyes flashed and he quickly attacked in which she deflected. It went on like that for awhile, he attacked, she blocked. The other leader was quickly tiring, brow furrowed and sweat dripping. Vildava on the other hand was hardly fazed.

He slightly faltered in his next attack giving Vildava a deadly opening. She quickly disarmed him and stabbed him in the chest. He gave a small whimper but continued to fight as he retrieved a knife from his belt. Vildava deflected his attempts to make her headless and punched him in the face, emitting a large groan from him. Taking him by surprise she disarmed him and kicked him to the ground.

"Goodbye." She said curtly and sliced of her opponent's head. The SilverBlood clan warily cheered for their leader and victory. They had won, and rid the world of the pathetic troublesome ShadowVeil clan. Harry smiled slightly but then frowned as his fingers fiddled with Karla's sword. At least all was not lost. Not everything…

A/N:

Oh! Thankies for the reviews.. Yes I know this chappie was a bit… gruesome.. Oh, well.. I hope you liked it though.. I kinda feel guilty about Karla… poor thing, I suppose I'll include more about the rivalry with the ShadowVeil clan and the SilverBlood in the next chapter, and about Harry and Karla being friends.. Laterz