Disclaimer: I own Arim, Garse, Davil, Axel, Cilob, and everyone else you've never heard of from the show. Everyone else belongs to the creators of the show.

Four large men walked over to the remaining members of the Team. They were surprised and concerned to see that Ronon wasn't with them. The men cut their bonds loose from their legs and helped them to stand up. "Where are you taking us?" Teyla asked.

"You will see," one of the men replied.

"Where is he?" Sheppard asked. He was in charge of the mission and his Team and he didn't like that one of them was separated from the group.

"Who?"

"Ro—the Satedan," Teyla said, remembering not to give away their names.

"He is going to put on a show for everyone. Including you."

"What did you do to him?" Teyla asked. Her voice was calm, but Sheppard and McKay knew that she was protective over her Team members. Especially Ronon.

"Nothing. Not yet, at least. Arim is giving us a shot at the Satedan."

"What does that mean?" McKay asked.

"You ask too many questions."

The men led the Team to clear patch of land surrounded by benches. The men forced the three of them to sit. They cut the ropes from their hands. "Stay put," one of them said.

In the middle of the circle was Ronon standing with his hands tied behind his back. He was surrounded by three men and the four men, who escorted the Team, joined them. More men entered and sat on the remaining benches. Arim walked out and sat in a single chair that was supposed to represent a throne. "My friends and guests, I am here to treat you to something special. A fight. A Satedan and our men," Arim introduced.

"And what if I refuse to fight?" Ronon said.

"I have never heard of a Satedan running from a fight," Arim taunted.

"I am not running. I am just not agreeing to the terms given to me."

"Then you will die. I would like to welcome our guests," Arim said, pointing to the Team members.

"This isn't fair!" Teyla yelled.

"Teyla," Sheppard scolded under his breath, although he was feeling the same thing about the fight in front of him.

"No one ever said anything about his being fair." Arim signaled one of his men and he went to stand behind them.

Ronon sighed. "I will fight. As long as they are unharmed."

"All right."

"Promise me," Ronon said.

"You are in no position—"

"Promise me," Ronon yelled, "that they will not be harmed."

"I promise that if you fight, they will not be harmed."

"Okay."

"Good," Arim said. "Sever his bonds." One of the unarmed men walked behind Ronon and cut the rope. "Begin."

Each of the other men had their weapons in their hands. They had swords and knives ranging all different sizes. Ronon quickly turned around and surveyed his opponents. The men laughed because Ronon wasn't as large as they were. He quickly glanced over at the rest of the team and looked away. He took off his coat and threw it off to the side.

He ducked just as someone swung a sword at him. He grabbed the man's arm and twisted it behind him. The man let go of the sword and Ronon caught it an inch from the ground. "Is death allowed in or a part of this sick game?" Ronon asked Arim, holding the sword above the man.

"Do what you must, Satedan. It is all about survival."

Ronon thrust the sword into its previous owner's gut. A man ran toward the lifeless body as it collapsed to the ground. "Cilob!" he yelled. The man looked at Ronon. "You killed my brother."

The man swung a sword at Ronon's body. Ronon jumped back, only to need to duck as another man tried to hit him from behind. He backed himself to the edge of the circle and looked at the men around him. There were six remaining men in the circle, but it looked as if some of the spectators wanted to be a part of the fight. He looked at Sheppard, Teyla, and McKay one last time. "I'm sorry," he said, unsure if they were able to hear him.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them his eyes were a much darker shade. The men the circle noticed this and stepped back. He took his sword and threw it at one of the men. The man was dead before he hit the ground. At that moment, the men knew that harming the Satedan wasn't going to be an easy task.

He may have been smaller, but he was quicker and more experienced. Ronon ran up to the dead body with the sword sticking out and pulled it out. He stashed another smaller weapon at the same time. He quickly grabbed the sword that was in the corpse's hand and got into a fighting stance.

"You wanted a fight, you got a fight. Let's go!" Ronon roared.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Arim asked his men.

"He killed Cilob and Mitol," answered one of his men.

"And? You embarrass me. Fight. You outnumber him five to one."

"Arim!" one of the men yelled.

"Axel? My own brother," Arim said.

Brother, Ronon thought. He is sending his own brother to die. Monster.

Ronon threw both swords blade first into the ground. The blades wavered for a second, but remained standing. He ran toward the men who had obvious fear on their eyes. He jumped up and punched one of them in the face and he fell to the ground.

Ronon spun around and kicked one of the men in the chest. The man fell backward into one of his fellow fighter's blades. The owner of the blade let go and the carcass fell to the ground. As soon as he hit the ground Ronon jumped up and punched the man in the head. He punched him so hard that he snapped his neck.

Ronon stood up and walked over to his blades in the ground. He tore them out of the ground and held them in an x in front of him. He sauntered over to two men who stood in a defense. Ronon fought both of them with ease, blocking their blows, trying to attack them himself. One of the men already had a bruise forming on his face from where Ronon punched him. That fight ended with his blades in their guts.

Six men were down and there was one left. He was younger than the other men and he still had his hair. It was Axel. He walked over to him and Axel dropped his blade. "I cannot believe that your own brother would allow you to fight."

"Me neither," Axel said.

The two of them started to walk in circles. "You're the younger. I can tell," Ronon said. "Isn't the older sibling supposed to protect the younger?"

"How would you know?" Axel asked.

"I just do."

"Let's finish this."

Axel threw a punch, but Ronon caught it. Ronon twisted his arm behind him and pulled on it. A loud pop echoed through his eardrums, dislocating Axel's shoulder. Axel fell to the ground in pain. Ronon took the blade out one of the corpses and approached Axel with it. Axel's eyes widened with dread. He knew he was going to die. Ronon held the blade to his throat. "Maybe your brother will save you," Ronon said.

"Finish it!" Axel said. "He won't save me. I hate this life. I don't want this."

Ronon's eyes widened. He stood up, blade still in hand, and threw it off to the side. "This fight is over," Ronon said. He grabbed Axel's arm and popped his shoulder back in. Axel rolled to his side and threw up. "You might not want to move that for awhile."

Garse grabbed a sword and jumped into the circle. He was in a fighting stance. "Draw your blade, Satedan," Garse said.

Ronon rolled his eyes. He retrieved a blade and stood toe to toe with Garse. The two of them fought for a few minutes. Ronon had the upper hand for most of the time, but he was slowly growing tired. Garse knocked the sword out of Ronon's hand and held the tip of his to Ronon's throat. "Garse, enough!" Arim yelled.

Garse turned his head to Arim, keeping the blade on Ronon. "He has killed my brothers. Our brothers. And he will easily kill you too."

"You doubt me, Garse?" Arim questioned.

"No. I underestimate him."

"Lower your weapon, Garse." Garse dropped his arm. "You too, Satedan." Ronon reached for the band around his wrist and threw a small knife to the side. Arim turned to the other guards. He pointed to Sheppard and his team. "Take them away. No need to bind them. Just keep a gun on the woman's head."

"No. If you hurt them…" Ronon said.

"What if I hurt them Satedan?" Arim questioned. "What will you do?"

"You gave me your word."

"And I will keep it. I am a man of my word. Go."

Four different guards stood up and took the Team, minus Ronon, to their area of the camp. Ronon kept his eyes on the Team to make sure that they remained unharmed. Garse took the opportunity to punch Ronon in the temple, making his vision swim. This brought Ronon to his knees.

Garse punched him one more time, drawing blood. "So the Satedan bleeds," Garse said. He wiped some of the blood off with his palm and smelled it. "You bleed like everyone else."

"I never said I didn't," Ronon growled.

He closed his hand to punch him one more time. "Garse. I said enough." Arim turned to Davil. "I've seen enough."

Davil took out Ronon's stunner and shoot Ronon twice in the back. He fell to the ground unconscious. Davil put the stunner away. "What do you want us to do with him?" he asked Arim.

"Take him back to his companions. I think that he might have made his decision."

Davil walked over to Garse and Ronon. They both took and arm and threw it over their shoulders. They dragged him to his team members.

Garse and Davil threw Ronon's unconscious body at the feet of Teyla. She bent down and put his head on her lap. Her heart clenched when she saw blood dripping down the side of his face. "Ronon," she said, brushing his hair out of his face.

"Teyla, is he all right?" Sheppard asked.

"He is unconscious," she sadly replied.

Sheppard walked over to the man who was watching him. "You can put your gun down. We aren't going anywhere." The guard put his gun down. "What did they do to him?" Sheppard asked him.

"They probably shot him with his stunner. It's a great weapon. He will be fine in a few hours, I think. He is one great fighter."

The sun slowly went down around the camp. Their captors were busy burying the fighters that Ronon killed. Sheppard was busy pacing back and forth trying to figure out a way to get his Team out without getting anyone killed. McKay sat in a corner not able to do anything but complain because he didn't have any electronics within ten feet of him. And Teyla hadn't moved from her position on the ground.

"Ronon, it's time to wake up," Teyla whispered.

"I don't think it's just the stunner, Teyla," Sheppard said. "He must be exhausted from that fight."

Ronon stirred a few minutes later. He groaned and brought an arm slowly to his head. "My head," he murmured. He opened his eyes, which were back to its normal shade, and saw that Teyla was cradling him. He tried to sit up and was forced back down by Teyla. "My chest."

"Are you all right?" Teyla asked.

"I've never been shot with my own weapon before," he said rubbing his chest. Teyla helped Ronon to sit up. "I'm all right."

"Ronon, you were just in a fight. You were shot with your stunner."

Sheppard rubbed his chest also. He remembered the many times that Ronon had shot him with the stunner. "And that hurts," he added.

"Just give me a few minutes," Ronon whispered.

Teyla backed away from him. He stood up and wavered as he did. Teyla ran over and threw his arm around her. "I'm so sorry that you had to see me kill those people."

"It is all right. They would have killed you," Teyla replied.

"That is a side of me I hoped you would never see."

Sheppard looked around and saw the fires start to come up around the camp. "I don't think we are getting out of here," he said.

"And I thought that you were the optimistic one," Ronon said. He separated himself from Teyla. "And I left my coat on the grounds."

"We can get it later," Teyla replied.

"You are worried about your coat?" McKay said. "We could be killed at any second, and all you care about is a coat?"

"It is a good coat." Ronon walked over to the guard. "I need to speak to Arim."

The guard stepped to the side to look at his companions. "Good. He has been waiting for you."

The guard took a rope out of his pocket. "There is no need for that. I just want to talk."

"It's a safety precaution."

"Does he see me as a threat?"

"No. But I do."

Ronon held his hands out to him and the guard tied them together. Ronon walked to Arim's tent, not looking back. He couldn't, because if he did, his heart would break.

Hope this chapter ended up all right. Okay, so I know that maybe Ronon could have easily got the Team out of there, but he didn't want to risk everyone getting hurt. So yeah. If it seemed unrealistic, my bad, it's for the sake of the story. Well, please review. Lil-Rock