"The ASR-6 is the most advanced and the only fully customisable rifle in the world. It has an effective range of 350 metres, and a maximum range of 900 metres. This will be your best friend and wife when you leave the corporation, gentlemen. Combined with your CRDF-5 pistols, which are also fully customisable, they make up for an effective combination of medium and close range firepower, whilst following the four principles of combat, which are?"
"Speed, Movement, Damage and sight"
That flashback was always with him, as was every aspect of his training. It was why he was a good soldier, and a guardsman. Picking up his rifle, Daniel couldn't help but smile. He was now deadly, as the slang term went. What concerned him was that he could be in a medieval area of the world. He had no idea how he had got here, no idea of the season, but he was going south in a ravine. The skeleton back at that turning had a sword in his hand and the end of a spear in his ribs. Every soldier in the corporation was trained in hand to hand combat, and the second guards had perfected it at Hannover.
Which was just as well, considering the possible time period. He had picked up the sword, slung his rifle over his shoulder and carried on looking for comms, water and friends. Now, a stream had given him water, he had purified it and carried on going, looking around the bends as he went. Specifically for any enemies and his kitbag. He eventually found d the latter, perchen on a natural pillar over a ledge, way out of arms reach, but climbable. Daniel walked forward and began to ascend. After 15 minutes and near falling off twice, his arms were swearing at him, but he had supplies and ammo. Sweat ran down his forehead and into his eyes, blinding him just as he started to climb down. Losing his balance, he fell forwards and cried out, just as he hit the ledge, destroying it and sending him tumbling down 4 metres of rock, whilst pieces of rock fell and shattered all around him. He opened his eyes, just as a large piece of rock hit him in the face, knocking him out cold.
He woke up, and looked around. If it hadn't been for the Kevlar vest, he would be dead. It wasn't an exciting prospect, and neither was the fact that his fall and yelling would have attracted unwanted attention. Another bad thing was that it was a lot darker now, suggesting nightfall would soon be here. He had to get up, and move, but his legs wouldn't obey him. On the third try, they did, and he limped away, trying to ignore the pain in his ankle
A few hours later, he reached a bend which allowed rays of blinding sunlight into the ravine. Gratefully, he ran forward, coming out of the ravine just as the sun was falling below the horizon. He looked looking at the landscape that was painted in front of him. To his left and right, cliffs stretched out infinitely, with the ravine being chiselled between them. Evidently, a river ran through there, coming down the hill and watering the flat, grassy fields that stretched out in front of him, before turning right, and meeting the sea. In these summer months, it was probably dry. On the horizon was a city, with what looked like pyramids rising above it, stretching up to the clouds. He could probably get a ship there.
Suddenly, a spear prodded him in the back, and words were directed at him in a foreign, guttural tone. He sighed.
"Kevlar vests. Always a catch, isn't there boys?"
The next thing they knew he was on top of them. twisting, he shoved the spear aside with the flat of the his new sword, before swinging his knife up and slicing the man's windpipe, pushing it up until the knife was at the bottom of the man's jaw, and the tip had ripped through the roof of the man's mouth, cutting through the brain. The man was dead before he hit the ground, blood fountaining out of his torn windpipe. Daniel moved left, stabbing the second man's jugular vein, and throwing the sword at a third man, forcing him on the defensive. The fourth man ran forward, and Daniel ducked a clumsy spear thrust aimed at his neck, ripped his knife out of his victim's jugular, before stabbing the spearman just behind the knee, pulling the knife forwards and ripping through bone, muscle and tendon, crippling the man. At the same time, he drew his pistol and shot the third man in the guts. Standing up, withdrawing his knife and stepping back, Daniel finished off the two survivors with shots to the head, then looked for a better sword. He then unclipped his helmet and walked down the hill, his rifle still slung over his shoulder with his kitbag. The city stood on the horizon, unaware of the reverberating through the ravine.