Eliot's knee hits the ground and blood flies out of his mouth. The guy's fighting style is impossibly simple and at the same time complex. He doesn't recognize it and so he can't work around it.
He gets back up, his chin lifting in reluctant respect and the guy smiles like he's just been taking a stroll in the park.
His eyes flicker down Eliot's shirtless chest, lingering on bruises old and new.
"Ronon?"
Eliot turns and there's some wild haired guy standing next to a tree.
Ronon nods and turns back to Eliot. He won and he knows it and knows Eliot knows it. He looks like he can't wait to claim his prize. His voice makes Eliot hot in ways that have nothing to do with their fighting.
"See you around."
Eliot nods and watches them walk off. He limps back to his truck already anticipating their next meeting. There is something definitely strange going on around Cheyenne Mountain.
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Date: 2009-01-10 07:39 pm (UTC)He gets back up, his chin lifting in reluctant respect and the guy smiles like he's just been taking a stroll in the park.
His eyes flicker down Eliot's shirtless chest, lingering on bruises old and new.
"Ronon?"
Eliot turns and there's some wild haired guy standing next to a tree.
Ronon nods and turns back to Eliot. He won and he knows it and knows Eliot knows it. He looks like he can't wait to claim his prize. His voice makes Eliot hot in ways that have nothing to do with their fighting.
"See you around."
Eliot nods and watches them walk off. He limps back to his truck already anticipating their next meeting. There is something definitely strange going on around Cheyenne Mountain.