Editing City Series:Volume6a Prologue (section)

===Part 3===

The man’s large frame was covered by a combat coat.

However, his right arm was left bare up to the shoulder. That was because his metal prosthetic arm was far too large to fit below the coat.

His biological hand removed his German Military Geheimnis Agency cap that bore the rank insignia of a lieutenant and he tossed it into the wind which was too powerful for the ship’s wind resistance field to fully block. That wind washed over a young face with close-cropped blond hair. His face was as square as his build and it was already directed straight upwards. The red jewel in the women’s earring on his left ear shined in a searchlight rising from the bridge below.

The wind and the noise hit him as he watched the incoming blue craft.

For a split second, he glared up at that blue craft.

His gaze accurately found the glass of the cockpit situated at the top.

He narrowed his eyes and slowly moved his lips.

“Is this the final freedom you found, Marsch?”

Then he raised his prosthetic right arm. It was made from heavy metals, but he could easily move it thanks to the light surrounding its weight reduction emblem panel. It looked like a cannon or launcher attached to a large, boxy upper arm, but a metal staff was visible sticking out of the muzzle.

He saw the blue craft raise its 5 long swords to attack the bridge – no, to attack him.

But he aimed his right arm’s launcher all the same.

“Would it be a mercy to put you out of your misery myself!?”

The launcher seemed to respond to his voice when the powder within produced a deafening bang. Ether light burst from the muzzle and a large divine spell powder cartridge was ejected from the port halfway up the prosthetic arm.

With a metallic sound, the metal staff awash with emblem light was launched from the muzzle and struck the space out ahead.

Before the ether-engulfed staff could be pulled back into the launcher, a transformation came over the space it had struck.

Bluish-white lines of ether were drawn out in front of the blue craft, marking out a 50-yard cube of space.

The blue craft immediately evaded to the right and the man spoke as he watched it.

“Der Held – Erklärung – Beweisen.”

After speaking the words to activate his weapon, he began to recite his Text.

The ether light emitted from his prosthetic arm drew that Text onto the world itself.

<The Hero is impervious to all forms of power.>

To the port of the blue craft’s evasive actions, the space filled with bluish-white ether light was split apart.

The blue craft had failed to fully escape that space, so two Schwerts on its port side were cut away at the base.

The space between the man’s prosthetic arm and the blue craft had been sliced through for just an instant. In a process known as Erklärung, the words he and his arm had spoken were made real through the power of ether.

<The broken power shall not be repaired.>

With two of its swords lost, the blue craft rolled again, adjusted its position, and turned away from the warship’s bridge.

With a roar and the blowing of wind, it dropped below the warship.

It did not return. The battle was over with that one brief encounter.

One of the severed swords of light dropped down and stabbed into the bridge’s roof behind the man.