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Sheppard fought back hard.
Adrenaline rushed through him making him hyper alert, minor aches and pains drained away. He was out of ammo, but he still had his wits.
In the distance he could hear faint cries and the pop of either McKay's or Teyla's' P90. God knew where Ronon had got to. Back to his current problem, a young Genii soldier lunging towards him with a knife.
Sheppard danced nimbly out of the way, feinted and hooked the guy's legs out from under him. He went down with a gasp, and Sheppard struggled with him, kneeing and rolling , trying to get possession of the knife.
Suddenly the soldier lunged forward and Sheppard yelled in pain. "Bastard, you bit me!"
Fumbling round the forest floor he grabbed a rock and knocked the Genii soldier out.
Panting for breath he studied the teeth marks on his forearm in amazement. Beckett was going to love this.