RAT-A-TAT-TAT!
In the streets of the Iron Ring District, patrol car after patrol car rushed to an intersection, where over a dozen patrol officers opened fire.
Following their line of fire, seven or eight armed combatants could be seen hiding behind vehicles across the street, locked in a firefight with the officers.
Bullets flew and muzzles flashed.
Following the explosion of the bridge, the Rhombus Ring City Circle erupted in warfare.
This was especially true in the outermost Iron Ring District, where squad after squad of armed Rebels had stealthily appeared, spreading out across more than a dozen blocks to wreak havoc.
It was obvious to anyone that they were disrupting the city's internal reinforcements, delaying a full-scale deployment of aid to the war effort outside the high walls.
"Damn it, these Rebel bastards."
"Light 'em up!"
A Patrol Department captain roared, ordering his men to bring up a machine gun and lay down continuous fire across the street.
