Troy: Reborn

Another monotonous day, that was what Alex thought when he finished his shift at the local fast food restaurant while he walked through a dark alleyway to get to his home. That was the last thing he thought since his neck was sliced by a street thug that was well hidden in the dark. Next thing he knew Alex found himself in a tent, standing up he noticed some inconsistencies about his body. His body was literally the definition of beauty, sic pack abs big arms and legs that did not seem ugly at all but made him look like a god of the Greek pantheon. He looked at his clothes that laid in a corner of the tent and was surprised to find out that they looked like they came from ancient Greece. He wore them and exited his tent, where he came across another surprise since he could only describe the sight in front of him as a battle camp. A man noticed him and came over. ''Achilles good morning my friend, are you ready to slaughter some more Trojans today?" Alex was instantly alerted by the words of the man and that was when his mins got filled with pieces of information that made him understand his predicament, he had somehow transmigrated into the body of Achilles during the Trojan war. The man that talked to him just now was none other than his friend cousin Patroclus. "Good morning Patroclus, I think I need a bit of time before I am ready to fight the Trojans." "Okay I will let you get ready then." Achilles went back to his tent where he spotted his famous armour and sword in a corner. He picked them up and wore them while he thought about his plans for his new life. He sure as hell did not want to die by the hands of Paris, so he would have to find a way to kill him before it came to that. Also, he didn't really like the mess the gods created for the mortals so he would have to find a way to make them pay for the misery they caused, just for their entertainment. But all those thought were for later, now he had to get ready for the upcoming battle. so he took a battle stance and accessing the memories he got by the original Achilles he started waving his sword. From another point of view his movements looked like a work of art, an art so dangerous that nobody survived after tasting it. Feeling that he got the hang of it Achilles exited his tent and went to find Patroclus and the rest of the myrmidons since it was time to join the battle. He found the myrmidons battle ready around the campfire talking to each other, when they noticed him they stood up in acknowledgement. "Myrmidons, today we shall fight the Trojans, not because we care about Helen or Agamemnon's politics but because we are born to fight, we are born to kill and bathe in the blood of our enemies or die trying, we are born to chase glory, we are SOLDIERS, we are WARRIORS, we are DEATH!!!" The myrmidons felt their blood boiling by the speech of their leader and shouted in acceptance. "To the battle!!!" Shouted Achilles feeling a rush going through his body thinking about the glory he would gain after he killed the Trojans. 'hmm maybe the original Achilles' personality has quite an impact in my personality as well'