Disclaimer: This fights opponent is brought to you by Warner Bros. Pictures.

[A/N] Visit Yellowfur's profile for her version of this story.

Black Mamba vs. Harry Lockhart

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang She Shot Me Down

It was Fucking hot. Even though the sun was filtered through the thick canopy, the humidity was so bad that Harry felt like he was wading through liquid heat. Moving just a few feet took forever and Harry seemed to be slowly melting into the air. He was achingly aware of his entire body, the aching muscles and growling, empty stomach.

'Meat?' Harry sniffed deeply. 'God, please let that be some meat!' The smoke drifting over definitely smelled of cooking. Harry's empty stomach roared in protest of being so far from the food. He made his way further toward the origin of the smoke and soon could hear the crackling of a fire. Ignoring another indignant roar from his stomach, Harry stopped to think.

Was it worth the risk to go on? Though both the other people he'd met on this island had been as unwilling as he to take part in this craziness, he had nearly been killed already. Still, if he was going to survive this he had to eat, and most of the others on the island seemed to be here against their will. He would risk a peak at least, as long as whoever was cooking wasn't some street fighter champ or weirdo monster he had a good chance of getting a meal.

A blonde woman was crouched by the fire with her back to him, wearing a heavily stained Yellow and black jacket and matching pants. She seemed normal enough so Harry stepped from the trees and cleared his throat. Quicker than he could follow, she had turned and leapt to her feet, a large knife clutched in whitened knuckles.

"Woah Lady," Harry said, putting his hands up, but ready to grab his gun all the same, "I was just looking for some food. I don't want to pick a fight."

She narrowed her eyes at him. Harry started as he realized the corners of her mouth melted into grotesquely burned scars up to her ears.

"Oh fuck, I didn't, I mean can-" 'Come on Harry, don't say something insensitive or dumb.' He thought, "can you talk?" Harry mentally face-palmed. "just like that." He muttered to himself.

"I can." She said in a quiet, cold voice. She didn't say more, just watched him for a while. Harry wondered if she could see the sweat dripping down his face. Finally she lowered her knife and waved him over. "Sure, sit down." She said.

"Thanks." Harry said and, seeing nowhere else, sat cross-legged on the ground. The blonde sat on her knees like in kung fu movies and poked at the roasting bird spitted over the fire with her knife, turning it over and moving the sticks in the fire around.

"I'm Harry." He said, awkwardly trying to start a conversation.

"Black Mamba." The woman said, adding nothing more.

"That's an interesting name." Harry said leaning forward and poking the fire absently with a long stick. Black Mamba didn't reply but sat watching the fire. No go, she didn't seem interested in talking.

'Shit, was that offensive?' Harry thought, 'Oh well, it's not like I said it to her. And for all I know she doesn't like talking. Who knows how the scars affect her.'

"How did you get those scars?" Harry asked before he could stop himself.

"A madman called The Joker." She told him, and didn't seem angry he had asked, "If you see him I suggest going the opposite way." She tilted her head. "Actually, you should probably be avoiding anyone you come across if you're not ready to fight."

"Yeah," Harry grinned, "but I can't argue with my stomach." He shrugged. "And anyway, the other people I've met have been happy enough to live and let live. I can't imagine there's really anyone out to kill the other here."

The woman shook her head, "Only one person is walking out of this alive, BORED has made that pretty clear. People who refuse to fight will just be killed."

"You weren't killed." Harry pointed out.

"My opponent was not the sanest of men. I think he finds this tournament to be an amusing game."

Harry was silent a bit. "Well fuck, that's . . . just fuck! What's the point of all this?"

"Someone's sick entertainment, I suspect. The only way out is to play along." Mamba said.

"Well if you believed that you couldn't trust anyone and you'd have to kill everyone you . . . oh. Shit."

Black Mamba eyes locked with Harry's and he recognized the look of a snake ready to strike. For one infinite second neither moved. Then Harry grabbed for his gun, fumbled, and dropped it. As he dove to the ground to get it, wind whooshed over his head and a loud thunk sounded in the tree behind him. Sparing it a glance, he saw her knife stuck deep in the wood.

"I'm sorry," Mamba said, "but I need to be the one who walks out of here."

Harry shook his head and raised the gun. "Well now I'm armed and your not, so you might want to walk away while you can."

"I can't do that." She said, shaking her head. "The sooner the tournament is over with, the sooner I get back to my baby girl. You're going to die sooner or later here, so I may as well do the deed and speed this messy affair along."

Harry gritted his teeth and shot his gun, but Black Mamba was already speeding towards him and the bullet missed. She leapt in the air and landed a spinning kick to the side of his head. Lights exploded in front of his eyes as his head smashed into the ground. He tried to get back on his feet but she kicked him again in the side. He managed to roll away before she got a third strike off and by shooting at her he made her back up. He found his feet and shot at her again. The bullet grazed her arm, but she barely flinched.

"Jesus!" Harry cried and shot again. He missed but managed to dodge her palm strike. She was like a swirl of leaves tossed crazily every which way by the wind. Harry could barely realize where she was striking in time to dodge, let alone predict where she would move next. He misjudged her next punch and ran his face into her fist. She grabbed his shirt front and smashed him back against a tree then elbowed his head into the rough bark.

"Fuck." Harry gasped. He jammed his knee into her crotch.

"Dammit." Black Mamba spat and lost her grip.

Harry fired the gun and this time it hit her in the arm. As she cried and tumbled back, Harry fired twice more quickly at her chest, but she tripped and as she fell back, the bullets hit her shoulder instead. Harry took a step forward but that was as far as he got, Black Mamba swung her legs around knocked him to the ground. He dropped the gun and as he scrambled to after it, sent it skidding next to the fire.

Mamba and Harry rose at the same time and she ran to get it, clutching her arm. Harry dove for her legs and knocked her back to the ground, then rolled away to try and get to his feet first. He stood, weaving a bit in imbalance, only to see that he had knocked Black Mamba down right next to the gun. As she grabbed it and turned towards him time seemed to slow down.

'Come on Harry, you can get yourself out of this.' He thought frantically, 'If I dodge she'll just start hunting me so I need to get the gun back from her so I should… Fuck.' She was aiming, still lying on the ground. He had to do something right then, but could think of nothing.

"Argh!" Harry yelled and kicked the ground in frustration, then yelled "Fuck!" for the hundredth time as the campfire he'd just kicked caught his pant leg on fire.

Harry beat his leg out then realized that Black Mamba had also shouted. He had kicked the embers from the fire all across her body and she was now busy rolling the flames out. Harry ran forward and grabbed the gun as Black Mamba got up and ran. At first he thought she was trying to flee, but she stopped at a tree a few feet from the fire and yanked at the knife handle still stuck there.

Harry cursed and opened fire at her while running forward. She dropped in time to avoid the first bullets and ducked behind another tree. The knife was gone. Harry felt a twinge of panic, but kept his head. He too moved behind a tree.

After almost a half a minute's silence Harry poked his head around and scanned for any sign of the warrior lady. Nothing. He leaned a bit further out and thought he saw a flash of yellow moving between the trees.

Harry moved hurriedly a couple of trees further into the thicker growth, it seemed better to keep in motion. He listened carefully but still heard nothing. Suddenly there was snap behind him. Harry turned and fired but there was only a squirrel.

When he turned back she was a few feet in front of him. Before he could raise the gun Black Mamba stabbed her knife into his chest and wrenched the pistol from his hand. As he fell to the ground she fired three bullets into his skull.

Black Mamba stood for a moment, meditating on the fight. She shook her head and assured herself again that the man would have died soon anyway. At least she had given him a quick death.

"I truly am sorry. There should have been no reason for you to die." Black Mamba said quietly, closing Harry's eyes. Then she took the spare ammunition from his pockets and wrenched her knife out of his chest.

She put out the campfire, leaving the remains of the bird burnt past recognition in the ashes. As she set off once more for the split mountain peaks, she forced herself to think of B.B. and not the wasted life behind her.

[A/N] I hope you enjoyed it. I wanted to get really into Harry's character, but didn't want to switch between povs, so let me know what you think of a battle from almost entirely the opponent's pov.