One person fired, two people fired, sparking a chain reaction; more people fired, more people were shot, more cries of agony sounded, and more bodies hit the floor.
Enemies nearby were shooting, allies nearby were falling, bullets were whistling past ears with the loud roar of gunfire, and fear stripped away composure, leaving only the instinct to shoot first and gain the upper hand.
A member of the Lone Wolf Gang hit a law enforcement officer, who was then shot by someone from the Black Night Gang, and that person from the Black Night Gang was taken down with a single shot by another law enforcement officer.
The scene was chaotic, completely out of control. Enemies were in front, and enemies were behind; if someone wasn't an ally, they were a target, to be brought down before finding the next one.
It was like a storm, sweeping everyone into its maelstrom—no one could stay out of it, everyone had to fight, everyone wanted to shoot at those around them.