Chapter 2
The blackout had lasted only moments. Ronon felt his hand being grabbed by Rodney. With difficulty he looked up, only to see the scientist struggle against his weight and the ever increasing speed.
Ronon knew if he didn't let go, Rodney would fall out. And that would be no good for either of them. He needed the scientist's knowledge to find him, where he would land, to get him back to Atlantis as quickly as possible.
With a last effort, he pulled his hand free from the remarkable strong hold McKay had on him. His legs were just touching the top of the trees. His fall would be broken. At least that's what he counted on.
The spear still lodged in his back prevented him from turning around to brace himself against the branches. He was completely helpless as he first went through the foliage, then the thinner branches and then some thick branches to finally plummet hard against the forest floor. The spear planted itself in the soft undergrowth and effectively pinning Ronon on it as the spearhead pushed through his chest and out the front.
Ronon's loud scream reverberated through the now still forest.