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For Camy's Fury Challenge
Fury
John attacked with both hands flying through the air; the bantos sticks moving so quickly they were a blurred vision. Ronon responded only slightly lagging, his own sticks meeting John's in a defensive clatter.
Sweat was pouring down John's face and his eyes were stormy as he continued, relentless, until Ronon misjudged a slight of step and John landed a hard blow to his exposed abdomen.
Ronon gasped faintly and quickly clutched at his side. As he struggled to maintain his balance and catch his breath, John swept a long leg under Ronon, knocking the large Satedan down hard to the floor.
Ronon lay heaving for a moment, his hand still gripping his side. With a frustrated and self-loathing grunt he finally sat up breathing heavily, but with a knowing look upon his face. "I guess this means you heard about Teyla."
John flipped the sticks expertly in his hands and without meeting Ronon's eyes he positioned himself for another match. "Yeah I heard. C'mon get up, let's go again."
Ronon stood and said nothing, his eyes concentrating hard at the twirling sticks before John attacked again, his face contorting to reveal a dark look that Ronon had never seen before.
John was surging with emotion and as skillful as he was, his anger allowed him to carelessly leave an open shot available and Ronon seized the opportunity with full force, throwing John back a few feet as he flipped backwards to the floor.
Ronon walked over to quickly lend a hand, but John was already rising and slammed his fist clenching the bantos stick down, punching the floor in utter rage. "GOD DAMN IT!" he screamed as the skin on his knuckles split.
Ronon stared at him blankly, watching him rise and turn to fight again. John's face was so twisted in fury, Ronon barely recognized him. "That's it, Sheppard, we're done for the day." He placed his sticks down on the windowsill and began to grab his gear.
"Where do you think you're going? Get your ass back here," John snarled still positioned for a match.
Ronon zipped his bag shut and heaved it over his large shoulder, turning back to his friend. "Look, I'm not gonna stand here and be your whipping boy all day. I know what's going on and I'd feel the same way if I were you, but there's nothing I can do for you. You need to figure this out on your own." He turned and walked out the door, letting it close behind him.
John stared at the closed door, his body trembling in emotion. He could not remember ever feeling so explosive, so primal. He turned and whipped his sticks violently against the wall, grunting in frustration as he thought of Teyla being pregnant by another man.
