my name is Achilles, a famous warrior known for being the bravest man in the known world ( which I am ). I’m here where i am today because the Greek king (at the time ) was recruiting an army to go to war against the Trojans because they’re king kidnapped his wife. naturally I was the first he called for and I joined expecting it to be a simple battle. i would walk in, kill everyone then leave as usual. but this was nothing like a battle i had been in before. They had large semi automatic bows they referred to as balistas. their arrows exploded on impact. I of coarse could get into the city with ease but the others kept dying or getting hurt so i had to carry them back to camp to get treated by the medics. it took many years but eventually i managed to get into the city, with a team of about ten men. we looked around the city, making sure not to be seen, and soon found the queen but I suddenly fell to the floor with a pain in my foot. I looked down to see an arrow in my heel. I was about to tell my squad to get it out my foot when i saw men run out the alleyways with bows and swords. my team were well trained so they could hold them off but eventually they over powered them. I could only watch them fall as my injury was severe and on that day eleven bodies lay dead on the floor.