A victory ...

It was a hot August night, if they could sweat, they probably would have. Camirilla and Sabbat forces had been playing cat and mouse all night. Something had to give. A commanding female stood on top of a mom and pop shop, pointing her forces to go here and there. The shadows beneath her seemed to be deeper. And then...
The battlefield froze for a few moments. The field commander, a Lasombra, had just been shot. In the head. With an exploding round. The shot came from nowhere. The Sabbat and Camirilla forces alike watched in tranfixed awe, as the fire consumed her.
Then a resounding cheer broke out amoung the Camirilla forces, and they stormed the suddenly commandless Sabbat forces, who seeing their commander destroyed, broke formation and engaged.
It wasn't until an hour or so later, though they had caused some property destruction, and killed a few of the Camirilla kindred, an enterprising or perhaps not stupid member of the Sabbat called for a tactical retreat. However, when
they tried to leave, reinforcements had by then arrived. A few were permitted to run, to tell the tale, so the Sabbat would know that they shouldn't mess with the Camirilla, at least not in this city.