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[lonewolflives]

Fear cuts deeper than swords.

Arya was running. Not because there was anything chasing her, although she'd had a couple of close calls already today. She wasn't running away, she was running to. It didn't take a genius to work out what was happening

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[flyboy_shepp]

Out of all the sounds surrounding them the entire morning and well into the day, stunner blasts stood out the most. From what John had seen and heard, most of the things showing up weren't all that interested in stunning their prey. There was just one thing he knew was here that used stunners.

With a quick look back and a wish that he hadn't separated from Teyla for a short while, John started running in the direction of the sound.

He double timed it when he heard what sounded like an animal yelping, and forced back the panic and rage when he saw Nymeria lying in a motionless heap on the ground. That could only mean Arya was nearby, and if she was anywhere near the Wraith, John knew she would try to take it on.

John would really love to have been wrong for once.

He stopped and shot at the Wraith's arm as it went for Arya, only needing to get it the hell away from her and have it's attention fixed on him.

[lonewolflives]

The force of the bullets hitting its arm spun the Wraith away, pulling up its stunner as it went for a wild shot at Sheppard.

Arya pressed one hand reflexively to the spot on her chest where it had so briefly done ... something, that had felt as if it had been sucking the life out of her for the few moments before the gunshots knocked it off her. She still felt cold, slightly numb. It was horrible.

Valar morghulis, but not like that. "Fahrbot motherfrakking," she coughed. An attempt to kip to her feet failed, so she rolled and pushed herself up instead, eyes flickering to try to spot the bastard again.

[flyboy_shepp]

John dove for cover behind the nearest tree, and while he couldn't really see Arya when he risked taking a look back in that direction - and shooting off a few rounds where he thought he saw the Wraith - he just had to laugh at her creative cursing. "I guess that means you're okay?" he called out.

Which ended up being a stupid idea when the tree took a few stunner blasts, one passing so close he could feel the energy and splintering wood pass him.

[lonewolflives]

"Fine," she shouted, now on her feet and darting behind a tree of her own. "What is that? It pulled a knife out of its arm like it was nothing."

Which limited her options some. Needle was on the ground near Nymeria somewhere. Romance wouldn't do significantly more damage. Which left the sword O-Ren had left her, the one that didn't have a name yet.

She really, really wished she had a gun.

Or better yet, a lightsaber. She'd kill for a lightsaber right now. Literally.