Dated June 21st, Runner Vs Wraith, for Ronon

[agent_dean]

The island became surprisingly quiet at night, the residents having gone off to bed, the lights of the huts and compound muted or extinguished. The torches on the boardwalk flickered in the distance, and the sea sparkled with white light from the moon and stars - but it all felt silent and distant none the less. Even the crickets were subdued,

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[rdex]

It was little over two hours later before Brendan finally became completely and utterly alone. To be honest, Ronon hadn't started looking for Brendan right off the bat, instead heading off the to Compound to have a snack or two before the big game. The fifteen minute threat had been just that, a threat, and it was probably better to let Brendan sweat it out for a little while before Ronon went in for the kill.

When Ronon had got into the game however, Brendan wasn't acting very Wraith-like, in fact, Brendan was downright polite and sociable with his intended prey. It didn't surprise Ronon in the least bit, as Brendan was just like that.

Ronon had watched it all go down from the shadows, circling and waiting until Brendan had headed deeper into the jungle. Ronon had followed even closer then, keeping hot on Brendan's trail, all the while avoiding detection. It was a hard earned skill, not being seen or heard, as the alternative usually meant death. Ronon hadn't survived seven years as a Runner by being stupidThe moment Brendan

[agent_dean]

Brendan heard Ronon's yell before he heard his footsteps, turning his head just as Ronon rammed into him with all the force of a freight train. Brendan felt the breath woosh out of him as he went flying off his feet and rolling across the jungle floor, just managing to hold onto his bantos stick as he went and only stopping when his body hit a tree.

He groaned, lying in a daze for a moment, his head spinning. He totally hadn't seen that coming.

[rdex]

Ronon skidded to a halt after ramming Brendan from the side, his body flooding with adrenaline. It felt good to finally start, to finally make Brendan play the part. Brendan had been doing a pretty crap job so far.

Ronon approached slowly, giving his stick a bit of a twirl. Brendan was still kind lying where he had landed. It was looking to be like an easy kill.

[agent_dean]

As Ronon approached, Brendan continued to lie still, his breathing low and a bit echo-y inside of his mask. When Ronon was just close enough, Brendan struck out with his stick, striking Ronon across both shins, before he rolled to the side and back onto his feet.

[rdex]

Just when Ronon was about to take his stick and jab it into Brendan's heart, Brendan had struck, hitting Ronon across both of his legs. Ronon yelled and jumped back, stumbling a little, then brought his own stuck up immediately, ready for a fight. He attacked, swinging his stick like he was attempting to lob Brendan's little Wraith head off with it.

[agent_dean]

Brendan managed to block the swing, but just barely. He knew he couldn't win in a one on one fight against Ronon, so his best bet was to disable Ronon just enough to run away again and regroup at a distance. Brendan swung his own stick but it went a little wild, brushing the front of Ronon's shirt but not hitting anything.

Readjusting his grip on the stick with both hands, Brendan held Ronon's gaze through the holes in the mask, getting ready for Ronon's next move.

[rdex]

Ronon let out a grunt as he leaned back, Brendan's swing barely grazing his chest. He then regripped his stick and came forward again, Brendan barely managing to block him. Ronon then shoved at Brendan's stick with just enough force to get Brendan off balance and facing the wrong direction. With that, Ronon came forward and kneed Brendan hard in the ass.

[agent_dean]

Brendan yelped when Ronon kneed him in the ass. Why did Ronon keep doing stuff to his ass? Nevertheless, it got Brendan facing the right direction, and as soon as Brendan had gotten his feet under him again, he sprinted forward into the jungle, darting between two trees.

[rdex]

The knee to the ass seemed to give Brendan a good jolt, and Ronon grinned a little as Brendan scampered away. He had to hand it to the guy, Brendan almost moved like a real Wraith, except for maybe all the random flailing he did to keep his balance. Ronon waited a moment or two before bolting after him. A couple seconds head start never hurt.

Ronon ran wide, veering to the left, deciding to circle and come around again. Moving the stick to his left hand, Ronon reached down for his gun, giving it a twirl as he powered it up. Brendan had never seen it in action, this was going to be good. Making sure it was set to its more impressive 'kill' mode, Ronon charged in Brendan's direction, aiming purposely for the tree in front of him and blasting it.

[agent_dean]

Brendan had been running pretty fast when suddenly he heard a weird, electrical buzz in the air followed by a flash of red light that whipped by him from the left. The blast hit a nearby tree, causing the whole thing to light up like a road flare before incinerating into a smoking, black stump.

"OH MY GOD!" Brendan instinctively ducked, covering his head as he made a sharp turn right, away from the ex-tree and into a completely different direction from the one he'd been going in.

[rdex]

Ronon couldn't help a bit of a breathless grin at that. Brendan the Wraith was definitely running scared now. Tearing after him, Ronon reset his gun to stun and shot a few blasts in his direction, his shots purposely going wild as to not accidentally hit him with it. Brendan probably wouldn't enjoy that, even though the thought of stunning him was pretty tempting. Maybe later.

"You're dead!" Ronon called out.

[agent_dean]

Brendan cursed again and ducked. Okay then, so Ronon was shooting at him now. Brendan immediately veered left again. He'd been through this area of the jungle before and as a result knew every tree, rock, and overturned tree trunk in the area. That had to be worth something, right?

It was dark, so for someone who had never traveled the area before, they were sure to move with a little more caution, no matter how fast they could run. Brendan sped up his own pace, worrying less about watching where he was going, and relying more on his memory of what he knew was there.

Rock, rock, tree, tree, tree - Brendan dodged and weaved between them with little thought or caution and reached an arm up, ripping a branch off a low hanging limb as he ran under it.

[rdex]

After a couple shots, Ronon reholstered his gun, keeping on Brendan's tail. When Ronon heard the distinct snap of a branch being ripped off a tree, he briefly wondered what that was about before quickly veering a wide left, deciding to go around to cut Brendan off again. It seemed like Brendan knew where he was going, though Ronon couldn't see how, as he had pretty much shot Brendan off his desired course. He wouldn't put it past Brendan to have alternative plans however. Ronon guessed he would just have to wait and see.

[agent_dean]

When Brendan heard the footsteps behind him change direction, he changed direction as well, making a sharp right and jumping over a rock he didn't see but knew was there. Hopefully Ronon would miss it altogether until it was too late.

Fifteen paces ahead would be a rather tight bundle of trees, standing in close proximity to each other, tall and slim and wiry, and Brendan sped up a little to get to them. When he knew he was about three feet away, Brendan turned again, darting around them to head for a bare, moon-soaked clearing.

[rdex]

Ronon didn't see so much as he heard Brendan. Brendan was definitely up to something. Ronon stopped abruptly, breathing hard as he listened to the changes Brendan had made in his direction. It was a rather sudden turn, as if Brendan were deliberately avoiding something. Thinking about it for a moment or two, Ronon then turned and headed back the way he came, deciding to circle around the other way.

[agent_dean]

Ronon had gone quiet again, which meant that he had circled around in a different direction and had avoided the rock and the trees. Brendan paused in the clearing, a stick gripped firmly in each hand, his breathing quick and hard. So much for that plan.

He jogged forward a few paces to the nearest tree and leaned heavily against it, catching his breath with both sticks raised, and waited for Ronon to come find him.