The lead commander of the YNF Seraq, the third largest warship in the Yeraenn navy, called the other captains as their ships were beleaguered by the U-boats of the Rhuvish, "Order a tactical retreat. We're moving westward, towards the city Bürheim. Replace Railgun rails if you can manage to do so, let them think they've won. We cannot afford to take Althafen right now. We've done enough damage to scare them. This other city shall be far easier once the Nazos are on guard here."
As if by one, the fleet turned, moving southward, seemingly retreating from the Rhuvish despite the relatively little damage inflicted on them. Once out of sight, they turned westwards, angling towards Bürheim, like some metal hurricane powered by vengeance. On the Typhoons, sailors worked as efficiently as possible, partially dismantling the railguns to remove and replace the extremely eroded conducting rails. The city was to fall, and it would not fall gently.
Aboard another one of the ships, the one the Rhuvish U-boats hadn't spotted, the sailors were discussing the weapon as they dismantled it. Corporal Ath S'amae commented to another sailor near him as he removed the reinforcements holding the rails in place, "You know, I've heard that getting hit with these guns is like having two and a tenth tons of TNT strike you at once. I cannot imagine the devastation it would wreak on a city. I can only hope that no citizens will be struck by this thing. Ow! These damn rails are still hot? Impressive!"* Ath exclaimed, as he pulled his hand away from the light brush of the rail, still steaming from touching the ocean air and the cooling system in place on the bars. The other sailor silently nodded, only chuckling at Ath's plight.
*(translated to facilitate reading)