The two sides clashed with a ferocity unlike any they had ever experienced. All 22 campers threw themselves into battle, intent upon forcing Dorian to feel all the pain he had caused them over the last several months. Despite her injuries from her fight with Brenden, Gwen joined her friends in the fighting. The gaping wound in her midsection had stopped oozing blood, and she no longer felt pain, but in the back of her mind Gwen had a feeling she was the sacrifice Dorian had been talking about. So what if I am? she thought, at least the others will win. If my death is required to achieve victory, then I will gladly accept it. Still, she would not just lay down and die. If it was indeed her destiny to leave her friends, she intended to face it standing and fighting.

Gwen was not the only one who held her head high despite the chaos and carnage. Duncan fought like the entire world was behind him, tearing into enemy's with such ferocity that he appeared almost inhuman. Izzy gleefully threw herself into combat, just glad that the talking was over. It was obvious that she had had some training in this sort of thing, for she held her own quite well. Similarly, Eva fought with a vigor and passion well beyond her years. Trent proved he knew how to kick ass as well, taking down three enemies at once with a broken tree branch. And Abigail fought more ferociously than anyone, slaughtering enemies by the dozen with skill that matched that of her father.

Duncan was suddenly blindsided by a blow from Aneka. You shall be the one I challenge. He heard her voice in his head, sharp and clear, as if she had just yelled in his ear.

"What the hell?" he said. "Did you just speak to me mentally?" He looked at Aneka, who smiled at him. Yes. Her voice rang in his head again.

"How-how is that possible?" Duncan asked, bewildered by what he was experiencing.

I lost the ability to physically speak when I was young due to an injury, came Aneka's response. I trained myself to communicate mentally, first with my brother, then with others.

"That is so cool!" said Duncan, ignoring the fact that he was holding a conversation with the enemy in the middle of battle.

Yes. It is also quite useful, provided the person I am speaking with can communicate mentally as well. Brenden could do it, until Gwen killed him. Aneka said. Unfortunately I foresaw that. I knew Gwen would kill him, just as I know you will kill me. This does not however mean I will not fight you. I intend to take you with me Duncan, and rest assured it will be painful.

"How can you know all this?" Duncan asked. "How could you know your brother was going to die and still let him face Gwen?"

There are many things I know and many abilities I have that separate me from other humans, came Aneka's response, and as far as Brenden is concerned, I have no control over his destiny. If he was meant to die at Gwen's hand, he was meant to die at her hand. There is nothing I could have done. You, of all people, should recognize destiny when it appears before you.

"Yeah, well, that doesn't mean I accept it." said Duncan.

You have no choice in the matter. Destiny is destiny, we all have one and we cannot escape it. Aneka said, with a slight smile.

"Says you." said Duncan. And with that, he threw himself at Aneka, and their personal fight began. Aneka sidestepped his attack with ease, drawing a short blade as she did. She plunged the blade into his side, twisting it to cause maximum damage. Duncan screamed in pain, but managed to push her off. He threw a series of quick jabs, that connected with Aneka's face, knocking her to the ground. She stood, wiping a bit of blood from her lower lip. You fight well, Duncan, but can you accept destiny? Can you do what must be done and prove Dorian wrong? Aneka's voice asked.

Duncan smiled and kicked her in the gut, grabbing her by the head as she fell, and planting her face first on the pavement. She rolled onto her back and kicked him in the face as she got to her feet. They traded blows for several more minutes, moving ever further from the main battle. Finally, after what seemed like hours they came to a stop on a old bridge overlooking railroad tracks. Duncan stood at the edge of the bridge, panting, blood flowing from multiple stab wounds. Aneka also took a moment to catch her breath, which was difficult, considering the cracked ribs she had suffered from a shot to the gut by Duncan.

After a moment or two, Aneka lunged at Duncan, plunging two daggers into his chest. Though he was taken by surprise, Duncan managed to grab hold of her. He twisted and threw himself over the side of the bridge, taking Aneka with him. They hit the tracks below with a sickening thud, the impact separating them from one another. Aneka gasped, convulsing slightly in pain, as she felt her back break. Duncan got to his feet, coughing up blood and clutching his ribs. Somehow Aneka also managed to stand, just in time to see the train barreling towards them at full speed. They leapt in opposite directions, Aneka hurling one of her daggers as she did. As she twisted in the air, the train clipped her legs, spinning her away from the tracks. As she fell, she noticed a railroad spike jutting out of the ground. She landed, her throat impaling on the spike, killing her instantly.

On the other side of the tracks, Aneka's dagger hit Duncan in the back, impaling him through the heart. He hit the ground, rolled twice, and was still. Death had finally claimed him.

Meanwhile, back at the main battle, nearly half of Dorian's soldiers had been killed. The other campers were all still alive, but several of them had been injured. Gwen now lay off to one side of the battlefield, her wounds finally catching up with her. She could feel death coming to her again, but it would not take her completely. Bridgette, Harold, Katie, Sadie, Beth, Tyler, and Ezekiel had also been injured, and all of them, except Harold joined Gwen on the sidelines. Harold continued to fight, despite the fact that he could barely walk, due to a gunshot wound to his thigh. He met up with Courtney, who was pretty messed up herself.

"Have you seen Duncan?" Courtney gasped, clutching her chest. Harold shook his head, he hadn't seen Duncan since the fight had begun, and had no idea where he could be. He hoped Duncan was alright.

Duncan's eyes snapped open. He was lying face down in the dirt next to the train tracks. He felt a sharp pain in his chest that radiated around to his back as he got up. He looked down at his chest and saw the tip of a blade sticking out where his heart would be. "Great." he said aloud. "Just fucking great. I have a dagger in my heart." He stopped, pondering the absurdity of that statement.

And then he remembered, he had been fighting Aneka, there had been a train, and she had thrown the dagger. He had not realized it had hit him, until he came back. He had been dead; so that was what it felt like. It wasn't so bad, considering. He pulled the dagger out and felt the wound heal instantly. He then crossed the tracks and found Aneka's body, her throat impaled upon a railroad spike. He bent over and lifted her up, sliding her off the spike. It was obvious she was dead, but he wanted to make absolutely certain. He rolled her over onto her back. Her eyes were open and glassy, her face pale from lack of blood. He stroked her face, brushing dirt off and closed her eyes. He stood to leave and paused, looking back at the silent assassin. "You fought well Aneka. May your heart find peace in whatever destiny awaits you on the other side." And with that, he headed back to the main battle.

A/N: Okay, so there's the beginning of the final battle. It get's even more intense, and the conclusion should satisify everyone.