The Proverbial War

Captain Hiro hit the bulkhead beside of him triumphantly, "Fire!"

The rear batteries belched flame and caused the ship to plow sideways in the water for a moment from the repercussion of having been fired. The gun's heavy payloads streaked toward the city through the fog of kicked up water that for the moment obscured the city from view.

"Again!" The Captain roared out with, but the command was not needed as the rear batteries had never desisted from hammering out explosively. The flagship started to make its way past the one side of the city. A city that was showing the damage of their shots upon it, but damaged or not the city's tall towers had not ceased to spew their deadly colored light.

"Sir we've lost half the fleet! Permission to call off the attack Sir?"

Captain Hiro barked out, "Arrest that man and get me somebody up here who has a spine! Continue the attack!" He ordered out even as the first officer was dragged from the bridge.

On the other side of the city the second cruiser went up in a ball of flame. Moments later a destroyer directly behind the flagship went up to.

Captain Hiro gripped the railing as the ship bucked beneath him at the impact of more direct hits from the blazing towers that dominated the high-rise landscape of the city. It wouldn't be long now, Captain Hiro admitted to himself.

There was a sudden flurry of explosions from the opposite side of the city proper and Captain Hiro saw one of the towers go down. Everyone in the bridge rushed to the other side only to see that the source of the explosions had originated from their arch nemesis the Americans.

The American ships were streaming into the battle guns blazing from Captain Hiro's former position of attack. Soon there would be ships on both sides of the city and that would be a good thing as the energy blasts from the towers would have to be diverted between the two fleets.

The Americans seemed to be as much a surprise to those manning the city as to the Japanese fleet. More explosions expanded about the city as the Americans pumped a second salvo into it.

The Americans had more firepower as their fleet consisted of twenty-one ships, but more importantly they had two Iowa Class battleships equipped with sixteen inch diameter gun turrets forward and aft. Those sixteen inch shells were falling on the city with deadening force.

Another tower spewing power bolts left and right went down, but there were still so many towers left. An American destroyer went up in pieces and a battleship got hit hard, but its forward batteries continued to belch flame impressively as they fired blindly through the black smoke that wreathed up from the forward decks of the ship.