Editing City Series:Volume6a Chapter3 (section)

===Part 1===

Hard metallic sounds rang through the Berlin night.

The loud clangs of steel sounded once, twice, thrice, and on and on without end. They grew into a complex cacophony but never did cease. The noises were also traveling quickly through the city.

They currently rushed into the university at the center of Berlin.

Solid metallic sounds continued from within the school with 13 tall and modern-designed buildings on its large campus. They showed no sign of stopping.

Two new sounds came from the center of the courtyard surrounded by a circle of black cedar trees.

One was a gunshot and one was an Erklärung.

<The Freeshooter pursues his prey.>

Bullet after bullet was fired from Bermark’s handgun as he ran through the center of the courtyard.

All the bullets became glowing arrows that drew curving arcs to pursue his enemy.

Those glowing arrows were directing their obvious hostility toward the young man in black carrying a girl under his arm.

He spun around without a sound to dodge the auto-seeking arrows and knocked a few from the air with the hilt of Gelegenheit. But he was stuck on the defensive.

The pursuer fired rapidly and reloaded in the blink of an eye. Bermark’s voice rang through the courtyard.

“Is run all you can do, ‘Wild Hund’!? If you hope to defy me, then use those canine fangs of yours!”

He dropped an emptied magazine and swung his right arm to produce a new one from within his sleeve.

He grabbed it with his gloved hand and immediately loaded it.

“Now, beat once more, Freischütz! Produce the beat of destructive gunfire for our great nation!”

<The Freeshooter corners his enemy.

Hounds are needed to corner the wild dog.

His shots are numerous and swift.>

He rapidly emptied the new magazine.

The gunfire scattering from the barrel took the form of bullets with unbelievable force. The curves of light bent to the left, right, top, and bottom to pursue the enemy as a heavy barrage.

All of that attack power flew toward Berger, the young man in black standing in front of the large glass entrance of a school building with a girl under one arm.

He did not even glance back at the incoming bullets as he adjusted his grip on the girl and spun around.

He twisted his body as if in preparation to tackle, stuck his leg out, and kicked through the glass door behind him like his foot was a battle axe.

The glass shattered and the chilly winter wind washed across him as he ran through the hole he had created. The girl in his arms cried out in surprise.

The bullets immediately crashed into the spot he had vacated, creating explosions and rubble.