The gunfire made Darien remember why this city was so much fun, Sabbat or Camarilla both groups were equally as bad to him.  Of course the Anarchs were being routed from this place, by the constant war between the two sects and the expansion of territory one made over the other and then lost.  "I know why don't we give the car a little boost there megan, where ya headed mate?  I hate these sabbat licks as much as I hate the cammies."  He then pulled out his colt .45 revolver and fired at the pursuing Sabbat, shouting out to them.<br/><br/>"This is Anarch turf you shovelhead freaks!  You and the bloody cammies have no right being here!  By the gods, and by the emerald isle herself get the fuck out of here!"  He then fired off another pair of rounds at them, if they came any closer they would regret it.  He had learned a few tricks from other clans back home, though mostly he'd learned to hone his edge in a fight.  The enemy of his enemy was his friend, and he could not afford to make anymore enemies since he had enough on both sides.