Captivation
Disclaimer: I do not own stargate or any character within. I borrow the SGA show out of admiration and purely for fun.
Summary: Captivation: the state of being intensely interested (as in awe or terror).
She held him captive and was definitely intensely interested and terror might just describe how our fave flyboy feels about that!
Much Shep whump and mature theme at the end...Warning for sexual content will be posted at the beginning of the chapters involved.
CHAPTER ONE
THUMP!
Yeow! That was close!
A combination of years of intense training, instinct and quick reflexes saved John once again as he rolled to his side and onto his feet in a split second.
THUMP!
He quickly glanced at the spot where he had just woken from and where the end of a thick wooden club now gouged into the hard rocky ground.
A quick assessment assured him that if he had been even one second slower, his head would now resemble nothing but a pile of goo. His body tensed into a fighting stance as his mind fought to catch up with the dire situation he found himself in.
His attacker shifted from one foot to the other in a most threatening way. Luckily, at the moment, that was the only movement discernible in the dim light. It gave John time to mentally check himself. Fleeting concerns for where he was and how he got there were put on the back burner, along with the sharp pain now registering from his left ankle and right temple. The instinctual survival mode of fight or flight kicked in. Since pain indicated injury, he knew flight was probably not an option, at least not until he could fully evaluate his physical condition. So, he was left with defending himself.
Right now, he needed to concern himself with sizing up his opponent. John quickly realized his opponent appeared to be female. At least that was what he believed. The facial features he could see looked kind of female but the dirt and filth of apparent poor hygiene and layers of cured hides and furs made it hard to tell. The stocky build, which John surmised was layered with toned muscle looked more male-ish though.
Oh hell, what did it matter! Whatever gender..."it" was yielding a thick wooden club that "it" had almost crushed his skull with. Female or male, he would defend himself to his full capability and attack offensively with equal voracity to gain the upper hand. Playing nice didn't seem to be an option, though he knew he would not kill, if at all possible...but he would if he needed to.
His pondering over the sex of his opponent left his defenses lacking and he was just in time to jump back and miss being struck by another crushing blow from the wooden club. He was lucky to escape the blow, but he tripped over his backpack and its contents that were laying haphazardly in his path as he moved back. He fell onto his back hard enough to make him grunt. Sharp rocks jabbing into his back caused nerve endings to send warnings of pain to his hyper-alert brain.
He hardly had time to register the thought when his attacker pounced on him. It now used the club to try and crush his throat. He couldn't breathe and his vision was graying as he brought his feet up under its body and with the all his might, managed to fling its body up and over himself. Gasping for breath, John allowed himself only seconds as he tried to gather his strength to go on the offensive. His opponent was down, but managed to regain its footing at the same time he did.
Both of them saw the wooden club lying an equal distance away from both their positions. They dove for the club at the same time, but he was too late. His fingers grabbed at thin air and he cursed his lost opportunity.
With lightning speed, the club sliced through the air and landed on the forearm of his outstretched arm. The pain was immediate and excruciating. A cry of agony escaped his clenched teeth and he curled his arm into himself.
He didn't have time to wallow in pain before he felt a glancing blow to his shoulder. He really wasn't liking the way things were going! Burying the pain, he rose to his knees and was just in time to see the club heading for his head. Reaching up, he caught the club in his good hand and followed the momentum down, twisting the club around to wrench it free from his attacker.
Now in possession, John swung around and caught his opponent on the thigh. He heard a cry that was definitely that of a female. It didn't deter him though, he knew he needed to end this. He lashed out and 'she' was quick, the club struck the wall and shattered.
With the only weapon destroyed, the fight continued, relying on skill and determination. He cursed his injuries. Without them this fight would have been over quick. Her skill was adequate, but too basic, but damn...she was quick! His military training, plus what he had learned from Ronon and Teyla was superior, but his injuries were slowing him down.
He was sure she knew it too. Using it to her advantage, every strike she made was aimed at his injuries. His injured ankle, arm and head were screaming with the repeated attacks. He had scored quite a few good shots himself but his pain was taking its toll. Though she was hurting, he knew his moves were steadily getting sloppier and sloppier. He swung wildly and was unable to block more and more of her strikes.
He was swaying on his feet, his vision doubling. He barely registered the final blow that took him out.
TBC
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