Jok stood suddenly, his eyes blinking rapidly behind his tactical mask as he tried to process where he was. It took him a significantly shorter time than any ordinary human, for he was Ramor, and had undergone controversial testing and augmentation to boot. He was dressed fully in his combat apparel, Exo-suit included, and he had his grenade launcher slung round his side. His pack was fully equipped and on the floor in front of him, and stood next to it was his favourite weapon, the SOP silenced submachine gun. He dropped to a crouch and picked up the weapon, looking about him at the smooth rocky area he had found himself in. It had the look of an enclosed circle about it, to either side of him stood a staircase that apparently led up to some form of ring above him. 

He shouldered his backpack, which was loaded full of all his basic equipment and explosives by the weight of it, and checked his sides with his left hand. He was comforted by the knife and pistol at each hip even as he re-asserted full control over his submachine gun and began scanning the area again, slightly nervous about the situation.

[i]I don’t know how the fuck I got here, but I know I’ve gotta kill a man to get back out.[/i]