Pinned to the ground by the heavier, armored Jaffa, he struggled against the inevitable. He was losing and so knew it. An electric-blue flash tingled and burned along his skin, but ended the struggle, except to breathe under his neutralized opponent.

"O'Neill, are you well?" Teal'c lowered his zat.

With a grunt Jack shakily raised an arm around the weight that pinned him, closely followed by the other. Tapping sharply on the watch strapped to his wrist, he breathlessly answered.

"Takes a licking and keeps on ticking."

He ginned shamelessly before collapsing limply. Explaining that cliché was gonna take time.