On the Run

Disclaimer: As much as I might wish, I do not own Stargate: SG1, Highlander: the Series, or any recognizable characters from either show. However, any characters that are not from either show are mine and I will use and abuse them as I see fit. Everyone else will be returned eventually, for I am only borrowing for a while, but they might end up a bit scuffed.

Chapter 4

It was a good thing that Daniel kept a grip on his sword. His attacker, also carrying a sword, struck at him, which Daniel was able to block and then recoiled and kicked out at his attacker, creating distance between the two of them, allowing Daniel to scramble to his feet.

"Nǐ de sǐ jiāng dài lái róngyào," the man growled. "Wángyànhuì hěn gāoxìng."

"Great," Daniel muttered, his eyes on the man in front of him, but keenly aware that he was still at least two football fields away from the Gate and DHD and there were several other natives, all armed, surrounding him. "There is no glory in this," he then called, hoping that his words of reason would reach the man's ears.

What his attacker screamed next could be loosely translated as "fuck you," right before he exploded into action.

Daniel, mentally shifting from Daniel the peaceful explorer to Danil, Immortal and friend of the Horsemen in a split second, met his opponent, their blades clashing, the metal making a horrible screeching noise.

Their fight wasn't one of elegance and beauty. It was a violent clashing of metal and bodies. While this was a deadly fight between two individuals, it didn't have the grace of a fight between Immortals. This was a fight of desperation from one side and irritation from the other side.

The other man slashed and hacked at Danil, hoping to overwhelm the off-worlder, not understanding who and what he was facing. Screaming insults and profanity, the local hoped to scare his opponent into doing something stupid and die.

Danil was quite irritated that this local guy was in his way, preventing him from accessing the DHD so he could call home for help. Fed up with this man getting in his way, switched from defense to offense. He launched his own attack, forcing his opponent to react to him.

Clashing together, their blades made horrible screeching sounds as the different weapons met each other.

The native man made a few wild swings at Danil, over reaching at times, leaving himself open.

Danil however, was methodical in his approach, making calculated attacks, keeping his arcs close in, doing his best to not leave himself open. He did take a couple blows, got punched a couple of times and nicked by his opponent's blade. While he was better, much better than this guy, he wasn't infallible and wasn't above taking a few hard knocks.

Looking for an opportunity to end the fight quickly, Danil found it when the man swung too far, leaving himself open for an attack. He stepped inside the man's defenses, pushing the other's sword further away. Danil then drove an elbow into the man's face and his knee into this stomach, hitting him high and low.

The man cursed, probably, his words were unintelligible thanks to the broken nose Danil had given him.

Danil then swept the legs out from underneath his attacker. Once he was on the ground, Danil kicked the man in the head, knocking him out. Danil, circled around his opponent, making sure the man was out of the fight. He also took the opportunity to pin point where the other humans were, friends of the man he had fought, and were most likely not friendly towards him.

They were far away enough from him that Danil then took the opportunity to then start running towards the Gate and the DHD. He had to get reinforcements to help get Abbott and Lopez back home.

He zigged and zagged across the field, doing his best to avoid the arrows that were being shot his way. He also prayed that none of the riders on horseback were near-by. While he was a relatively fast runner, there was no way he could outrun a horse.

Danil ran, with the blood rushing in his ears, he barely picked up the pounding of horse hoofs coming up behind him. He turned his head as he ran, seeing a raider barreling down upon him, with a sword in his hand.

"Shit," he said and briefly had a flash of terror and horrifying realization pass through him.

This is what I did to others, he thought to himself, filled with regret and shame. I was them.

The stray thoughts and guilt caused him to stumble, thankfully in time. The rider's sword, also a Dao, missed his neck by a hair.

Danil used his stumble to roll to the side, out of the reach of the horse rider, who also had a brand burned into his neck showing his allegiance to Yen-Lo-Wang.

The rider, circled back around, ready to have a go at Daniel once more.

Danil readying himself, adjusting his grip on his sword ever so slightly, knowing that he was standing directly in the path of the horse that was barreling towards him. His eyes were narrowed, his face cold and almost alien (to those who knew him as only Dr. Daniel Jackson). He was ready.

His attacker, yelling a war cry, raced towards Danil, expecting to catch the man and run him over on the horse.

Instead, Danil gave his sword a tiny flip, catching the pommel of the sword in a fist and then threw his sword at the rider like a javelin.

The throw caught the rider by surprise (and Danil too, a little). The sword pierced his body, to the right of his heart, the force of the blow knocking him from his ride. The throw wasn't accurate enough to kill the man, probably, but it was enough to stop his horse-mounted charge.

Danil, not wanting to waste any more time than necessary, didn't stop to admire his handiwork, and took off running for the DHD.

He slid to a halt in front of the device and quickly pounded in the coordinates necessary to call home. The time it took for the Stargate to form its familiar blue puddle was agonizingly long.

"This is Daniel Jackson to Stargate Command, come in. We are under attack by armed locals. Major Barrows and Lieutenant Meyer are both dead. Sergeant Abbott has been seriously wounded. We need help, ASAP!" Daniel called over his radio, ducking behind the DHD to avoid more arrows.

"Dr. Jackson," a familiar voice spoke up, "Can you get to a more secure spot and wait for reinforcements?" Walter Harriman asked as he frantically called for the General to come to the control room.

"No," Daniel yelled, dodging an arrow that came dangerously close to his head. "I am pinned down, being shot at with arrows. Abbott can't make it to the gate on his own. We need help now!"

Just as he said that last bit, an arrow was shot from somewhere behind the gate. The raiders had circled around the Gate.

The arrow pierced his left shoulder, slicing through the muscle and out the back, causing him to scream in pain and surprise.

"We need help now. I'm about to be turned into a pin cushion! Oh shit!" he yelled as another arrow went through his right shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

"Hang on Dr. Jackson, help is coming," the General announced right before the Gate was cut off, leaving Daniel to face his attackers on his own for the time being.

A/N: So what do you think? Crap or not? Feel free to hit the shiny review button and let me know. Just please, if you don't like it or feel it should be improved somehow, let your criticisms be constructive and not flames.

Translation: "Nǐ de sǐ jiāng dài lái róngyào,"..."Wángyànhuì hěn gāoxìng." – Your death will bring me glory…Yan Wang will be pleased.