heavy as he stepped back from the band of warriors ahead. It would make moving a chore, but it was equally as disruptive for them too and he pulls the night vision goggles up from his face. Combined with the poor light and heavy rain, the flare was too bright to focus. It would fade soon but the area was not completely dark either way, there was still enough light to see movement and shadows, enough to fight.

He’d trained hard so he could fight hard, but 20 of them were a lot to deal with. Moments like this are what the years of hard grafting are for however. His weapons and skill to use them would be the equaliser against their greater numbers.

He looks at the metal covered drones. They must be at least six foot six. Built like a tank even without the armour.