What's up everyone? Its Zin here and I have to say that I'm sorry. I know you all want this story to pick up in speed and move things along. However, I find way more enjoyment out of developing character relationships and whatnot. That isn't to say however that this story won't be focused on the action, fights, and events that happen. It just may take longer to get there. I can understand if you all want to drop my story because of that, but I'll do my level best to find a balance between the two and deliver the best story that I can be happy and proud of as well as make sure you all are entertained. Again, thank you all for sticking with me thus far. You cool cats and kittens are amazing and have blown my expectations completely out of the water for how my crap is being received. And with that time for some review shout outs!

PJ Doungtal: Thanks for the review my man. Let's say that with Tyrus being as unstable as he is, he won't take it too well. But he does recognize that he's an outsider in a massive new world with its own set of rules that he has to follow if he wants to survive.

Pinkdog16: I'll answer your question with fact here. All guns throughout history are derived from the bow. That should answer your question friend.

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Chapter 4: The First Steps in the Journey

Tyrus found himself in another spare room after having run into a maid in the halls of the castle shortly after he left the other heroes. It was painfully obvious to the dark skinned man that his initial hope of building trust between himself and the others had been shot to hell with how he acted. Though, at the time he couldn't help himself and he couldn't understand why that was he was losing his shit.

Could it have been everything that had happened to him previously seeking an outlet? Could it have been that his mental state was always this fragile that he would blow up in such a way? He wondered over everything as he sat in the room alone. He finally had the chance to be alone to really look at himself and take true stock of his situation.

Letting out a sigh, he sat on the bed trying to figure out how things went wrong. He remembered two days ago, that his team was sent out on a mission of recon and patrol. It was a standard mission, same as any mission they had before. They were stationed in South Africa after most of the war with Iraq was finished. His team was halfway through their patrol in the middle of the night before they were attacked. They were swarmed by the local rebels in mass and they were completely outnumbered and outgunned. It wasn't until he saw the man that betrayed them standing in front of him with the worst look of satisfaction on his face.

Tyrus closed his eyes as he remembered everything clearly. His blood was beginning to boil as he tried to rack his brain as to why it happened. Maybe it was there in his memories, but he had to face the fact that he and his team were betrayed and murdered.

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"What the fuck is this all about?! Briggs! No way… You didn't… You fucking defected and betrayed us?! You sold us out?! Why would you do this to us, you fucking bastard?!" Tyrus roared out as he struggled against the three men that were holding him down. He could tell as the screams of the others around him were distinct in who was being attacked. He had put two and two together just as soon as his team was accosted with the massive amount of numbers in the perfect spot in the middle of nowhere at the right time of night. His team wasn't due to report back for at least another two hours, so that would give anyone ample time to attack and disappear back into the dense jungles.

The man in question, Johnathan Briggs, simply laughed with a sick glee as he kicked him in the face with his boot. "That's right, Captain Owens. I did. Why? Why the fuck should I bother telling you my reasons? It won't matter really if I did tell you. You and the rest of these useless wastes of garbage are going to die one by one. Watch as your little family is raped and killed off in front of you now. I plan to save you for last myself however." He laughed again listening to the screams of his ex-comrades as they were each tortured and raped for a while then it went silent one by one.

The entire time, Tyrus was screaming out each of their names and screaming at Briggs that he would kill him with his bare hands. He was struggling to get free of the men that were holding him down, but there were too many on him. For every one he managed to throw off another instantly took their place to keep him locked down. "I swear, Briggs, that I will find you when this is over and murder you! I will survive this and I will watch the life drain from your eyes as I kill you with my bare hands! You can run and you can hide, but I WILL find you no matter what it takes!" He clenched his teeth looking up the man that seemed to take pleasure in seeing the man beneath him starting to cry for his fallen comrades now.

Blue eyes met hazel brown for a few seconds, and then Briggs spat in his face. He pulled the pistol from his holster and put the barrel between Tyrus's eyes. "Well Cap, I'd like to say it has been a blast, but really, it hasn't. I've hated your guts from the moment I was put on this godforsaken team from day one. But, you know what? I'm game. If you can somehow claw your way back from death, I'll take you on just to put you in the grave again. I know you're a betting man, but even you have to see how much of a fools bet that would be to escape a bullet to the brain. I'm only sad that I get to do this once. Burn in hell for me though, Cap." With that, Jonathan Briggs pulled the trigger that ended Tyrus Owens's life.

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Tyrus opened his eyes after breathing deeply for a few moments. He couldn't find anything in his memories other than Briggs hating him from day one. But he couldn't figure out why. He did however, know that he was going to make good on his promise to find him and kill him. But to do that, he would need to survive this world first in order to have that chance to go back home. So that meant he would need to get stronger, and reign in his anger before it consumed him. But, he really wanted to also let everything go and start gambling again to relieve some of the stress he was feeling.

All throughout Tyrus's life, he had an extremely bad habit of gambling his and others money away. He wasn't terrible at gambling, he just did it too often and generally lost more than he won back for it to be worth it. But to him it was helpful to him in dealing with the stress he had felt since childhood. It started with the games he played with friends by taking on bets about which of them would win. He'd lose what little money he had or he'd win sometimes as well. But the habit persisted even into his teenage years and it got worse as he entered the military years later.

Tyrus's addiction to gambling got so bad that he was almost court martialed from the army and on several separate occasions had almost lost his life because of it. Tyrus knew that his addiction to gambling was his biggest weakness about himself. He knew that it would destroy him if left uncheck, but he was weak. It wasn't until he had been put on his team and promoted to lead them that they gave him the wakeup call he needed to control it. He owed his life to his team, his friends; to the people he called his family even more so than his blood relatives.

Thinking on the four… no. The three people that had been there in his time of need, he was indebted to them to avenge them. Clenching the dog tags that were around his neck, he bit his lip only tasted dried blood from before as his self-injury had healed up quickly. He pulled the tags off from around his neck and looked them over. There were five tags total in his hands. There was one for each of his team members as they had decided to carry a tag of each of their names to always remember that they had become a family.

"Danial Anderson, Katarina Crews, and Pepper Sanders. You guys. I've failed you once even when you all pulled my sorry ass out of the fire and trusted me to lead you. I swear that I will get Briggs and kill him. This second chance at life won't go to waste. Maybe it's selfish of me to live solely for revenge, but it's the least I can do for you all. I can't let this go, but first things first. I need to figure out everything about this world I'm in and how to survive it. I can't do this on my own, but I need people I can trust and rely on." The hazel brown eyed man sighed to himself at those words and shook his head.

"No, that comes later. First I need to figure out what the fuck is with this legendary bow and how I'm going to fight with it. I know for a fact that all guns are derived from the bow. Also, from what I understand from the menus it seems this world runs on game like logic. Let's see if something like this would work first." Tyrus said to himself as he brought up his menu again. He looked through them all finding the main menu that showed his status and stats, the next was the list of weapons at his disposal which was still grayed out mostly with the exception of the another bow which was called the Bow of Wrath.

From what he remembered of that how that particular bow came into existence, he figured it wouldn't do him any good to use it, if the thing fed off of his emotions. So he wouldn't be using it any time soon for sure. Though, once he looked at it, the stats on it was impressive for the time being considering its absurd level of attack power for his level being so low.

Though, it did leave him with a thought about how to gain weapons for use. His previous statement about all guns being derived from the bow was an undeniable fact in any world, and he remembered from the various games he played that weapons could be created from copying other weapons as well as absorbing enough materials to create all new weapons entirely. So maybe it would be the same here? It was worth a shot at the very least and he needed a better way to fight that he was familiar with than just using a bow.

So with that thought process in mind, he took his M9 Berretta from its holster and grabbed the bow with his left hand. "Alright, so how would this work? Do I just hold them next to each other like this?" He pondered aloud as he touched the gun to the yellow orb in the center of the bow now. He watched with complete shock and fascination as the bow shined brightly in the room, and actually changed shape and form to become a carbon copy of his M9 Berretta with the yellow gem on display on the handle of the weapon.

"No fucking way. That actually worked?!"

A menu appeared in front of him letting him know that it had succeeded in copying the gun.

[Weapon Copy - Complete: M9 Berretta (0/12) Rarity: Rare – Base Power: 40 Equip Bonus: +2 agility +1 power (unmastered) – Proficiency (0%)]

Tyrus was floored at what he was seeing in front of him and what he was holding as well. He couldn't believe it at first, but he had to as he held the carbon copy of the weapon in his hand. It had the same feel to it as well weight as he looked the gun over in his hands more. Setting his own gun back into the holster on his hip, he spent the next ten minutes inspecting the gun to see if there was anything wrong with it. To his surprise there was nothing amiss about the copied weapon. It was as if he had went in to a gun shop and bought it completely brand new.

Thinking about it more, he went about taking the M16 off his back and copying that gun as well. He would definitely make use of this newfound strength of his. The dark skinned man had come to find that he wasn't completely behind the ball when it came to his weapons now. He could fight in this world, but more importantly, he could survive.

[Weapon Copy – Complete: M16 (0/15) Rarity: Rare – Base Power: 55 Equip Bonus +4 agility +2 power (unmastered) – Proficiency (0%)]

But, then another thought occurred to him as he copied the M16 as well, finding it to be a success too. From a lot of games that he had played in his youth, a lot of weapons became unlocked based on the material you fed into the main weapons. Tyrus didn't know if the guns he had unlocked could be modified, but that little project could come later if he had found a blacksmith in this world.

Setting the gun to his side, he found that the copied gun had the same yellow orb on the side of the stock of the gun now. The weapons were standard issue from his world and packed a punch dealing damage, but it seemed that in this world they were slightly weaker. He would need to field test them as soon as possible to figure out how the weapons would really work properly, and to find out if he needed ammunition to use them as well. But for the moment he was just happy with the fact that he could use his weaponry again without being shocked to near death.

Though, when he thought of ammunition and material it brought him back to reality. "Fuck. I can't exactly shoot this off in here right now to test it, but maybe ammunition won't be a probably with this thing. At least I hope so, if it does, I'm going to need a hell of a lot of materials and a skilled blacksmith to make ammunition for me. But that can wait… Wait a minute. I wonder."

Tyrus was half mumbling to himself as he thought up another idea while he was on the topic of ammunition and materials. He then unzipped his gray military camouflaged jacket and unclasped one of four pouches on his lightweight bulletproof vest. He pulled out a 9mm round and looked it over thoroughly for a moment. "I hope this works." He muttered to himself, as he was completely engrossed in his current idea.

He took the 9mm bullet and fed it into the yellow gem that was on the side of the M16 gun stock now. That seemed to have did the trick as the legendary bow turned gun started flashing for several seconds as a multitude of messages appeared in front of Tyrus back to back now.

Requirements Met: [Glock 19 (0/10) unlocked – Rarity: Uncommon – Base Power 30 – Equip Bonus +3 agility +2 power (unmastered) – Proficiency (0%)]

Requirements Met: [M1911 (0/10) unlocked – Rarity: Uncommon – Base Power 32 – Equip Bonus +1 agility +1 power (unmastered) – Proficiency (0%)]

Requirements Met: [Browning BDM (0/10) unlocked – Rarity: Uncommon – Base Power 25 – Equip Bonus +1 agility

Tyrus watched for what seemed like hours as the screens continued to pop up forever as he unlocked many different types of guns based off that one bullet he used. He had later found out that there were some guns that had appeared but were still grayed out from use as he didn't meet the requirements to unlock them yet. The guns that were barred from use required multiple types of materials to use which made sense to him. Multiple guns used different types of ammunition, so it would come as not too much of a surprise that he would need each type to have it as his disposal. He was fine with this for the moment however as he still had a lot of weapons at his disposal to work with.

Having found out that material such as bullets could be used to unlock weapons for him to use, he made a major mental note to search for all the raw materials he would need to make the ammunition for later. There was a small smile on his face at the thought of not feeling so powerless anymore. Though, that smile was soon replaced as he still had to test how the guns would actually work in the field.

It wouldn't do him any good to have these weapons available to be used, but couldn't actually use them in combat if they required a resource such as ammunition that may not have been readily available in this world. He needed to figure out everything as soon as possible, as well find a way to actually use the bow itself. When it came to wielding a bow versus a gun, the principles were essentially the same as far as Tyrus could tell, but there was a skill gap between the two that he couldn't deny.

The scar faced man had many thoughts about what to do in order to survive in this new world he was thrust into. But one thing was for certain to him, he would take things head on in this world and get back to his world. Then, he would absolutely find Johnathan Briggs and end his life. His goal was absolutely clear in his mind as he decided to turn in for the night to start his new journey as the bow hero.

"I'm coming for you, Briggs. You may have killed me once, but I will find you and I will avenge my fallen comrades. I said I would survive, and I will keep my word this time…"

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And scene! Well there you go! You cool cats and kittens wanted to know about how the gun aspects would work, well I've given you a glimpse of it! Granted, it was an absolute nightmare trying to come up with a way to scale the guns power system as they operate under a different set of rules that aren't so clear cut and dry. That will make itself known later for sure to Tyrus. There will be advantages and drawbacks that Tyrus will discover down the line to using the guns, but as it is right now, it's what he's used to when it comes to fighting. However as the motto in the military goes "Adapt, Improvise, and Overcome" falls into play heavily for our protagonist.

Yes, Tyrus will be using a mixture of bows and guns later down the line, and I will say that the bows will actually be his heaviest damage dealing weapons because the bows aren't as finite as the guns are. But he won't abandon guns at all. You'll just have to bear with me on this for now.

So leave reviews if you like! Let me know what you thought of this and criticism is indeed welcome. I take things with a grain of salt as I try to improve my writing here for myself and for those that enjoy what I write.

So to all you cool cats and kittens out there, ciao for now!