The blistering heat radiated from the sun high above the sky, making each soldier sweat a river, but they had to bear it as they could hear the large tanks rolling into the Sahara sands. They all sighed as the commanding officer of the ambush signaled a man up high in the dunes, shouldering a rocket.
The man looked through the sight of his weapon and locked on to the large behemoth that rolled across the desert sand. He heard the reassuring click from his weapon and pressed the button, sending a cone-shaped filled with death straight into the side of the tank, blowing it to bits and pieces. The other tanks soon saw this and turned their turrets towards him and fired.
The man slid down the opposite side of the dune right when the shells exploded, while some whistle pass his head. The ringing in his ears wouldn't stop as each shell collided into the dune. Along with the sounds of shells, came gunfire. The firefight has already started, as they prepare to take down the useful Intel within the convoy. Outnumbered and out gunned, he didn't like those odds, and he sent what hopefully wasn't his last call for help.
The Pentagon
Military officials scrambled all over the small and tight corridor to get a glimpse of the new weapon created by their top engineers. The excitement was to be anticipated as this project required a volunteer that had to perfectly match the needed requirements, or the experiment might fail.
They watched as a group of people consisting of both commanders and scientists walked out, followed by a young boy no older than 16. They were quite shocked of why there was a civilian in the building, but they quietly watched as the group stopped and turned to the young man. A young boy that measured to be about 5'9, good physical shape, and has exceptional posture. His appearance, however, appeared to be rather strange to many as some traits are uncommon to some men.
His hair had a light white color, similar to a darkened piece of snow, while his irises glowed a golden yellow. His flawless face seemed to be made out of smooth stone that was chiseled by a master craftsman. He wore a midnight black polo shirt with a gray design on the right side of it that resembled flames. His pants matched the color of his hair.
The contrasting colors seemed to blend to the background as the only noticeable feature were his eyes, drawing their attention away from the rest of him. A snapping noise took them away from the trance of his eyes and searched for the sound, to find a scientist holding a button.
"Glad to have pay attention again. As you all should know, my name Dr. Michel Stroll and this young man's name is Riley. He was our 'volunteer' for this project and I'm proud to say that it was a success." The old man said. He had a rather gentle voice, despite his features being one of a military man's.
"He may look normal, but I can guarantee that he is anything but that. His body contains some very powerful weaponry. Granted you may not be able to see them, but I assure you all that he has them. He has a special storage unit that shrinks many items, until needed. Along with that, he is capable of surviving heavy attacks such as airstrikes, tank shells, and other means of artillery due to his skin and bones remade. He is able to fly or propel underwater through high powered gravity thrusters attached to his shoes." Dr. Michel said proudly.
He snapped his fingers and Riley floated. He showed no signs of surprise or any emotions as if he was a statue. He merely turned his head and waited for the next order
"He is quite obedient as we have tampered with his brain. We shut off certain parts of his brain such as emotions, so he will feel no remorse in killing, but it can easily be turned on in any case. Furthermore, his strength-" He was cut off by a loud alarm next to him. One of the commanders ran to it and looked at the console. He studied it for a bit before turning to the doctor.
"Doctor, now would be a good time to test your little experiment, my men in the Sahara are being pinned down by the enemy in an attempt to capture some valuable information about our enemies. How fast can you send him in?" The commander said in a commanding tone.
"Fast enough, just tell him the coordinates and course of action." Dr. Michel responded.
The commander turn to Riley. "The coordinates are 25* north and 30* east. Rescue allies and eliminate all hostiles.Understood?"
Riley nodded and in a matter of seconds, he was gone, leaving only a white contrail as he sped across the sky. The men were shocked, but Dr. Michel smiled proudly, but at the same time, a small amount of guilt washed over his face, barely noticeable by others.
Near the battle
Riley sped across the sky at Mach 5 speed, to find the battle raging on below. He dropped down and his new eyes scanned the battlefield to find the hostiles and the men he needed to save.
"Target acquired." He whispered to himself.
He sped down and right before he touched the ground, he made a sharp curve and aimed at the side of the tank. He flipped his whole body and planted both his feet at the side and pushed himself off to a perfect back flip. The majority of his momentum focused in one point sent the large armor flying across the terrain and landing upside down.
He landed perfectly on to the sands and turned to the firefight. The Axis forces switched their focus to him and sent a barrage of lethal bullets, but he pushed his shoes against the sand and sent him barreling past the rain of bullets and shells.
In one swift movement, he grabbed a soldier and flipped him over his head as another barrage of bullets came towards him. The soldier took all the bullets and was dropped. Riley dashed toward the next soldier and threw him towards the tank's barrel, hoping to stop it for a couple of moments.
The soldier hit the barrel hard and fell limp onto the sand, where Riley took the opportunity to hop onto the barrel and literally bend it by only landing on it. He punched the door of the tank and looked down. He took out a belt of grenades from the soldier he threw and pulled all the pins, before dropping it into the armor and closing the door, where he hopped off and headed for the next wave of soldier. The tank exploded behind him and flew over his head towards the unfortunate soldiers. The tank crushed the group of 5 and he went forward towards the last tank, where the hatch was opened and a panicked soldier fell off and frantically ran away, leaving his team.
Riley's hand glowed a light gray and he fired a small beam through the man's chest, where he fell and died. He picked up a grenade, unpinned it, and threw it into the hatch of the tank, before walking towards wounded soldiers in need of help, yet said soldiers could only stare in awe as one man literally beat the shit out of a whole convoy
The battle was over as fast as it was started. He checked his built in comm link and signaled the Pentagon for some reinforcements.
A few hours passed until the rescuers came in helicopters with all the needed equipment to let the soldiers recover. The commander and Dr. Michel came out and approached Riley to tell him a job well done. Dr. Michel turned off the emotional barriers, but he still looked the same.
It was about 8;00 at night as Riley watched the last of the Blackhawk choppers leave. He turned back to the carnage to look for some weapons to scavenge, but they were either filled with sand or destroyed by the few explosions. He sighed and walked ready to take off, but he suddenly had a feeling that someone was watching him. He looked around to see if there were other people around. Confident that there was no one, he turned and flew away.
Discord was nearly caught by the man, but he managed to cloak himself. His magic was still being suppressed by the Elements of Harmony and he could muster up only so much power before he becomes inactive again. His projected body followed the human weapon in the sky and was as good of an opportunity as any.
He snapped his fingers and the human unknowingly flew into a portal. Discord had already exhausted himself, as his spectral body faded and he returned to the slumber. He waited for the chaos that would soon ensue once the man arrives into Equestria.