The first part of the lesson...
Teyla and Ronon circled each other, Teyla's movements neat and considered, Ronon prowling.
When her Bantos rods crashed down on his he knew this was different. This was not just sparing. She span while his ears were still ringing from the force of her first attack and struck him in the ribs.
She hit him again, stars popped and blossomed.
He'd never felt so weak. He told himself, somewhere in the depths of her DNA the wraith was stirring.