Chapter 10
John opened his eyes and groaned loudly. His head was pounding and his chin was already a huge purple bruise. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the blurry vision. He sat up quickly and looked back.
The giant was still perfectly centered and positioned, just waiting for Sheppard to get back up. His face was expressionless, but he motioned with his large hand, taunting John to come back for more.
"Lucky shot," John slurred as he grappled at the stone wall for support, standing shakily. "Lucky shot?" he heard Rodney exclaim. "Andre the Giant just knocked you off your ass!"
John flashed Rodney a dirty look as he massaged his swollen jaw finally getting his bearings back. He took a deep breath, cracked his neck loudly, and then began circling the giant again.
"Are you completely insane?!" Rodney cried.
"No, I just needed a different strategy is all," John answered as he smirked at his opponent. His eyes were playful and calculating while he kept circling and circling to the point where Rodney called across the room. "What the hell are you gonna do? Dizzy him to death?"
Suddenly, the giant lifted his massive arm and sent it flying towards John's head again. This time, John had been prepared. He ducked instinctively feeling the swish of the hand just graze his spiky dark hair and he leaned forward and kicked the giant as hard as he could in the groin.
The giant froze. His ugly face puffed up and his yellow eyes started to water. John took this opportunity to throw an elbow in his stomach. "That's for the Hulk!" He proceeded to pummel his fists repeatedly into the giant's sputtering face as blood started seeping from its nose. Rodney yelled over, "Yeah! Keep going! I take back what I said!! I'm gonna call you Van Damne from now on! Woo hoo!"
As the giant fell sideways to the floor, still grasping at his groin, John knelt down, burying his knee deep into his chest, throttling him with one hand while the other grabbed his heavy spear. John's eyes were burning with hatred as he spoke through gritted teeth, spittle flying. "This is for her."
He lifted the spear high over his head poised to strike, when the giant reached up and brutally swatted him. John flew a few feet, dropping the spear as he did. Rodney watched, stunned, as the giant regained himself, standing slowly, reaching for his fallen spear.
His mind was wracked trying to think of what to do when he suddenly remembered the hieroglyphs from the hall.
John was lying there, gasping for air, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, desperately attempting to stand. He had only made it to his knees, when he knew it was no use. The giant stood looming over him with his massive shadow, spear gripped tightly in his hand.
He cocked back his mighty arm, his eyes shining with glory. John closed his eyes in defeat, praying for it to be over with, when he heard Rodney's voice as he came running over throwing his body in front of John's just as the spear came tunnelling down piercing through his chest.