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For Camy's Fury Challenge - which has also been requested for more chapters
Fury #4
As Ronon held John from behind tightly by his arms, John heaved and flailed trying to escape his unlockable grip. "Get the hell off of me, Ronon!" he yelled, his bruising face still wildly searching the motionless body half buried in the sand.
Ronon shoved John away hard in the opposite direction of the bloodied man and stood between them. "Sheppard, you don't want to do this. Look at him! He's down! We need to get the hell out of here...now," Ronon said pointedly as he gestured to the many opening doors in the village where groups of men were emerging all with mallets resting in their hands.
John made an ugly face and his chest heaved as he stared angrily at the approaching villagers while Rodney began slowly walking backwards making his way back to the path in which they had come, his wide eyes on the slowly incoming men, . "Colonel, I don't know why you're acting like a total steroid lunatic, but unless you want to get strung up by a ghost town lynch mob, we better go!"
Ronon looked at John uncomfortably and said, "Well?" He did not want to force his friend into submission and wasn't even sure he could while John was full of this much rage. John sniffed the air and cracked his neck before giving Ronon a desperate look and turned to follow Rodney who was already quite a ways ahead.
Ronon sighed with relief and followed as well, turning every few minutes with his guns held high to ensure the villagers would let them leave.
Just as Rodney passed through the gate, Ronon grabbed John by the shoulder and John turned. Ronon stared at his heavy face and forlorn eyes and sympathized. "Why don't you just talk to her Sheppard?"
John looked away from him and up towards the empty gray sky. "There's nothing to say Ronon. I was a fool to think their was." And he let Ronon's hand slip from his shoulder and he passed through the gate.
