Wake of Destruction (6/ )
He snarls and sits up, ignoring the water splashing around. Pushing away a shocked Cronin, he stalks out of the stream with a splash and towards his weapons. He picks up his knife and axe shoving away the throbbing in his chest.
“What the hell?” the people Cronin brought with him all point their weapons towards the tree line.
He ignores them, spreading his legs and bending his knees. He has spent too long in this dimension and he should have known that they would turn up sooner or later. He has no one but himself to blame for getting comfortable. There’s never been a sign of the Partners presence and he should have left to find a place that does.
His only saving grace is that this isn’t the same assassin he’s been playing cat and mouse with or else he would have been dead with that first blow.
Doesn’t really matter though. This isn’t going to be an easy fight.
He doubts he’ll be able to end it without Cronin or the newcomers getting involved so, he bounces from side to side, he’ll have to make sure they don’t get a chance to make targets of themselves.
When It walks out of the forest edge, he’s unable to see a difference between It and the hundreds of others have been sent after him. It’s dressed in all black, with Its entire body covered.
He doesn’t even know if It’s male or female. Its breed is lost on him but he finds that decapitation then burning the body makes sure that It stays dead.
He launches himself at It, jumping in the air and bringing his axe down in an arch. It reaches up and catches the handle. He lets the axe go as his feet hit the ground, drops to the ground and kicks It’s legs out from under It.
He stands and kicks It in the side, lifting it of the ground with the powerful motion. He stalks after it as It stands and swipes at it with his knife. It dodges the first time and grabs his wrist when he comes back for a second. He releases the knife, grabs it with his other hand and buries it in Its side.
It never ceases to disturb him how They never made any noise but the fact that it suddenly tosses him shows that it does feel pain on some level.
He hits the ground and hears the loud sound of gunfire. He glances back and sees that the newcomers have open fired and groans in exasperation. He grabs the closest thing to him-a rock- and throws it. The rock hits It hard enough that It jerks sideways and he gains Its attention again. He sprints into the forest, hoping that they would get the hint and stay out of the fight, and is suddenly jerked back by his hair.
His face gets up close and personal with the ground before he elbows it in the side and escapes, leaving some of his hair behind. He spins around and walks right into a punch that lifts him off his feet. A piercing pain shots though his thigh when he lands and he doesn’t have to look to confirm what he already knows.
‘Dreadlocks’ comes out of nowhere, shooting red lights at It. Not only are the attacks useless but now It has a new target. ‘Dreadlocks’ drops the gun and kicks It when It approaches him. They exchange a series of blows and while he can appreciate ‘Dreadlocks’ skills, but he can tell that he won’t last long.
He struggles to his feet and, spitting out blood, grabs the branch sticking out of his thigh and yanks it out. It grabs ‘Dreadlocks’ by the throat picks him up and slams him into the ground. When It lifts him again, shaking the man like a naughty puppy, Connor drives his fist into the middle of It’s back causing it to let ‘Dreadlocks’ go.
‘Dreadlocks’ drops to the ground and doesn’t move but he doesn’t have time to check if he’s still alive because in the next moment It spins and hits him.
He shakes off the blow and returns it with one of his own which lands with a crack. They exchange blows that make his bones creak and he gives a bloody smile. A kick to the stomach causes it to double over and he drives his knee into Its face. It falls back and he straddles It, pounding It’s face again and again with powerful blows.
It manages to hook It’s leg around him and he finds himself with his back to the ground. He blocks the punch and slams his palm into the middle of Its chest, knocking It off of him. He’s on his feet in time to be tackled into tree. He brings his fingers together and brings his fists down into the back of It’s head.
He swings and It’s catches his fist, twisting his arm, and he bends his knees enough to allow him to flip and prevent It from breaking his arm.
Grabbing the arm not holding his, he spins around.
--
When Rodney squeezes the trigger, he swears that the Destroyer- and they call him arrogant- had not been standing there. He’ll never be as good a shot as the grunts but he, like every other scientist on an off-world team, can hit the broad side of a barn and he should not have hit the psychotic brat. So he is surprise when the kid and that… thing suddenly switch places and the kid stumbles, reaching up to touch his chest.
It wouldn’t be the first time Rodney’s missed his target but it is the first time he’s hit someone he wasn’t aiming for and it’s now pretty obvious why none of the others had tried for the shot.
They move too fast.
He’s spent years commenting on the stupidity of others and his stupid mistake was going to get a kid killed.
Surprisingly, the kid doesn’t collapse. But the fight does change from two astonishingly strong and fast opponents beating the hell out of each other, to one opponent beating the crap out of the other.
Unfortunately, it isn’t the one they favor that’s doing the beating.
The kid is thrown into trees and slammed into the ground. The thing lifts the kid over its shoulders and then brings him down on its knee. Rodney cringes and imagines that he can hear the sound of bone breaking. The kid rolls to the floor and, after a moment, struggles to get up.
On his knees, the boy sways and his face is a bloody pulp but Rodney can see that he’s still conscious. The man stands behind him; one hand cupping his chin and the other, the top of his skull.
The sharp bark of automatic fire explodes around him and the man’s head snaps back on impact and the kid collapses on the ground with a thud. He turns to his right and sees Sheppard and Stevens standing over a disturbingly still Ronon.
Someone grabs his collar, dragging him back. He can hear Cadman yelling, “Move it, McKay”, and he scrambles back to his feet, stumbling after her. She shoves him down to the ground, pressing him hard against the roots of a tree. Gripping something in her hand, she peeks out from behind it, eyes shifting frantically from left to right.
Sheppard yells for them to take cover and Cadman yells back, “Fire in the hole,” and curls tightly around him. It’s the last thing he hears before the world shakes and trembles and a blast of heat spreads over them.
When everything settles down, he tries to stand but Cadman pushes him down again. He looks at her and she’s trying to tell him something but he can’t hear anything over the ringing in his ears and the rush of his blood.
Scowling, she signals for him to stay and crouches with her weapon ready.
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Lorne rolls off the kid with a groan. He’d been able to carry the kid far enough that they hadn’t been in the blast radius but not enough to protect them from the debris. Parrish is next to him, shaking and fumbling with his pack. He grabs the medical kit from the doctor and searches for gauze. When he finds it he rips the waterproof covering with his teeth and presses the gauze against the wound on the kid’s chest.
“Major Lorne,” Cronin slides to a stop next to them, “I believe that we should move.”
Lorne glances up then turns and looks behind him. He swears viciously.
Apparently C-4 didn’t work either.
“Parrish, take the Councilor and get to the gate,” he orders. They need re-enforcements and a medical team. Knowing that Parrish will follow his orders, he doesn’t turn to watch them leave.
Teyla is the next to engage.
A hand squeezes his wrist and he looks down at the boy he’s previously thought unconscious. His hand is pushed away and the kid sits up. Gasping for air he makes it to his feet.
“Stay down. You’re in no condition to stand let alone fight.”
“M’fine,” he mutters and his knees start to buckle. Lorne reaches out to steady him and looks into glassy eyes.
“Burn the body,” he chokes out and before Lorne can ask for clarification, he takes two stumbling steps forward. Getting his balance back rushes forward and jumps on what Lorne is not-so-affectionately calling the ‘Super Solider version 2.0’ and proceeds to performs one of the top three most disgusting things Lorne has had the displeasure of witnessing during his tenure with the SGC.
He rips the Soldier’s head off. It isn’t fast like in the movies; the kid pulls and twists and yanks before the head comes off with a sickening noise and Lorne shudders.
Teyla is unfortunately close enough to be splattered with… various bits and pieces.
The kid rides the corpse to the ground and doesn’t move. He reaches them and rolls the kid onto his back. He searches for a pulse and finds it, slow and thready.
Lorne looks up and hesitates. The Solider no longer has a head but he’d been so insistent, “We have to burn the body.”
Teyla blinks, blood dripping from her eyelashes.
“What the hell?” the people Cronin brought with him all point their weapons towards the tree line.
He ignores them, spreading his legs and bending his knees. He has spent too long in this dimension and he should have known that they would turn up sooner or later. He has no one but himself to blame for getting comfortable. There’s never been a sign of the Partners presence and he should have left to find a place that does.
His only saving grace is that this isn’t the same assassin he’s been playing cat and mouse with or else he would have been dead with that first blow.
Doesn’t really matter though. This isn’t going to be an easy fight.
He doubts he’ll be able to end it without Cronin or the newcomers getting involved so, he bounces from side to side, he’ll have to make sure they don’t get a chance to make targets of themselves.
When It walks out of the forest edge, he’s unable to see a difference between It and the hundreds of others have been sent after him. It’s dressed in all black, with Its entire body covered.
He doesn’t even know if It’s male or female. Its breed is lost on him but he finds that decapitation then burning the body makes sure that It stays dead.
He launches himself at It, jumping in the air and bringing his axe down in an arch. It reaches up and catches the handle. He lets the axe go as his feet hit the ground, drops to the ground and kicks It’s legs out from under It.
He stands and kicks It in the side, lifting it of the ground with the powerful motion. He stalks after it as It stands and swipes at it with his knife. It dodges the first time and grabs his wrist when he comes back for a second. He releases the knife, grabs it with his other hand and buries it in Its side.
It never ceases to disturb him how They never made any noise but the fact that it suddenly tosses him shows that it does feel pain on some level.
He hits the ground and hears the loud sound of gunfire. He glances back and sees that the newcomers have open fired and groans in exasperation. He grabs the closest thing to him-a rock- and throws it. The rock hits It hard enough that It jerks sideways and he gains Its attention again. He sprints into the forest, hoping that they would get the hint and stay out of the fight, and is suddenly jerked back by his hair.
His face gets up close and personal with the ground before he elbows it in the side and escapes, leaving some of his hair behind. He spins around and walks right into a punch that lifts him off his feet. A piercing pain shots though his thigh when he lands and he doesn’t have to look to confirm what he already knows.
‘Dreadlocks’ comes out of nowhere, shooting red lights at It. Not only are the attacks useless but now It has a new target. ‘Dreadlocks’ drops the gun and kicks It when It approaches him. They exchange a series of blows and while he can appreciate ‘Dreadlocks’ skills, but he can tell that he won’t last long.
He struggles to his feet and, spitting out blood, grabs the branch sticking out of his thigh and yanks it out. It grabs ‘Dreadlocks’ by the throat picks him up and slams him into the ground. When It lifts him again, shaking the man like a naughty puppy, Connor drives his fist into the middle of It’s back causing it to let ‘Dreadlocks’ go.
‘Dreadlocks’ drops to the ground and doesn’t move but he doesn’t have time to check if he’s still alive because in the next moment It spins and hits him.
He shakes off the blow and returns it with one of his own which lands with a crack. They exchange blows that make his bones creak and he gives a bloody smile. A kick to the stomach causes it to double over and he drives his knee into Its face. It falls back and he straddles It, pounding It’s face again and again with powerful blows.
It manages to hook It’s leg around him and he finds himself with his back to the ground. He blocks the punch and slams his palm into the middle of Its chest, knocking It off of him. He’s on his feet in time to be tackled into tree. He brings his fingers together and brings his fists down into the back of It’s head.
He swings and It’s catches his fist, twisting his arm, and he bends his knees enough to allow him to flip and prevent It from breaking his arm.
Grabbing the arm not holding his, he spins around.
--
When Rodney squeezes the trigger, he swears that the Destroyer- and they call him arrogant- had not been standing there. He’ll never be as good a shot as the grunts but he, like every other scientist on an off-world team, can hit the broad side of a barn and he should not have hit the psychotic brat. So he is surprise when the kid and that… thing suddenly switch places and the kid stumbles, reaching up to touch his chest.
It wouldn’t be the first time Rodney’s missed his target but it is the first time he’s hit someone he wasn’t aiming for and it’s now pretty obvious why none of the others had tried for the shot.
They move too fast.
He’s spent years commenting on the stupidity of others and his stupid mistake was going to get a kid killed.
Surprisingly, the kid doesn’t collapse. But the fight does change from two astonishingly strong and fast opponents beating the hell out of each other, to one opponent beating the crap out of the other.
Unfortunately, it isn’t the one they favor that’s doing the beating.
The kid is thrown into trees and slammed into the ground. The thing lifts the kid over its shoulders and then brings him down on its knee. Rodney cringes and imagines that he can hear the sound of bone breaking. The kid rolls to the floor and, after a moment, struggles to get up.
On his knees, the boy sways and his face is a bloody pulp but Rodney can see that he’s still conscious. The man stands behind him; one hand cupping his chin and the other, the top of his skull.
The sharp bark of automatic fire explodes around him and the man’s head snaps back on impact and the kid collapses on the ground with a thud. He turns to his right and sees Sheppard and Stevens standing over a disturbingly still Ronon.
Someone grabs his collar, dragging him back. He can hear Cadman yelling, “Move it, McKay”, and he scrambles back to his feet, stumbling after her. She shoves him down to the ground, pressing him hard against the roots of a tree. Gripping something in her hand, she peeks out from behind it, eyes shifting frantically from left to right.
Sheppard yells for them to take cover and Cadman yells back, “Fire in the hole,” and curls tightly around him. It’s the last thing he hears before the world shakes and trembles and a blast of heat spreads over them.
When everything settles down, he tries to stand but Cadman pushes him down again. He looks at her and she’s trying to tell him something but he can’t hear anything over the ringing in his ears and the rush of his blood.
Scowling, she signals for him to stay and crouches with her weapon ready.
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Lorne rolls off the kid with a groan. He’d been able to carry the kid far enough that they hadn’t been in the blast radius but not enough to protect them from the debris. Parrish is next to him, shaking and fumbling with his pack. He grabs the medical kit from the doctor and searches for gauze. When he finds it he rips the waterproof covering with his teeth and presses the gauze against the wound on the kid’s chest.
“Major Lorne,” Cronin slides to a stop next to them, “I believe that we should move.”
Lorne glances up then turns and looks behind him. He swears viciously.
Apparently C-4 didn’t work either.
“Parrish, take the Councilor and get to the gate,” he orders. They need re-enforcements and a medical team. Knowing that Parrish will follow his orders, he doesn’t turn to watch them leave.
Teyla is the next to engage.
A hand squeezes his wrist and he looks down at the boy he’s previously thought unconscious. His hand is pushed away and the kid sits up. Gasping for air he makes it to his feet.
“Stay down. You’re in no condition to stand let alone fight.”
“M’fine,” he mutters and his knees start to buckle. Lorne reaches out to steady him and looks into glassy eyes.
“Burn the body,” he chokes out and before Lorne can ask for clarification, he takes two stumbling steps forward. Getting his balance back rushes forward and jumps on what Lorne is not-so-affectionately calling the ‘Super Solider version 2.0’ and proceeds to performs one of the top three most disgusting things Lorne has had the displeasure of witnessing during his tenure with the SGC.
He rips the Soldier’s head off. It isn’t fast like in the movies; the kid pulls and twists and yanks before the head comes off with a sickening noise and Lorne shudders.
Teyla is unfortunately close enough to be splattered with… various bits and pieces.
The kid rides the corpse to the ground and doesn’t move. He reaches them and rolls the kid onto his back. He searches for a pulse and finds it, slow and thready.
Lorne looks up and hesitates. The Solider no longer has a head but he’d been so insistent, “We have to burn the body.”
Teyla blinks, blood dripping from her eyelashes.