The transition seemed sudden.  After the introductions were complete, he found himself following Azureus towards one of the portals.  The sensation was unpleasant to say the least, but he wasn't allowed much time to dwell on it.  One moment he was in the calm silence of their meeting place, the next he was on a foreign battlefield, hundreds of men hacking at each other brutally with swords and spears.<br/><br/>There was no chance for him to identify where he was, he simply had no way of knowing, had never learned of that historic battle, so when he found Azureus locked in combat, he eyed the opponent's uniform and dropped his gaze to another Trojan charging him, spear out and ready to skewer him.  Long hours of bayonet fighting drill came in handy as he brought his rifle up and charged back, batting the smaller man's spear aside with his heavier weapon.  He had no bayonet fixed at the moment, but instead simply jabbed the spear-wielder in the face with the barrel of his gun, following through quickly with an upwards butt  stroke to the jaw, sending the Trojan warrior sprawling to the ground.<br/><br/>Again hoping the others had followed him, he barked out over the roar of  the battle, well used to trying to be heard over machine guns and artillery, his voice carrying well here, "Well lads, any ideas?"