will_scarlett | Sherwood Plot-First Team

Atton's decided that he likes Jack Sparrow. He has flair.

He emerges from the trees, heading towards one of the men with pikes from behind, knife in hand, moving almost silently.

Teja approaches quietly as well, axe poised. He nods to Atton -- he himself will strike his first blow, and then be seen by all present, but Atton, if he would not yet visit fiery mayhem upon the men defending the cart, might prefer to fight in silence, killing unseen?

The pikesmen are diverted by the large man with an axe coming towards them and one of them charges at Teja.

Sadly the other one is just aware of Atton almost too late and in his panic, his pike is swinging around wildly, four feet of solid wood that moves towards Atton's stomach.

Edited 2008-09-28 21:50 (UTC)

Atton goes still for a split second, drawing on the Force. Then the pike hits empty air, Atton blurring away behind the pikesman.

He's perfectly content to play with the pikesman a while, so he takes a step back, flicking his knife around, and watches.

Teja sidesteps the man that charges him with his pike, then lifts his axe, turns, swirls, and neatly lops of the head of his attacker.

That should give the others pause and show that he is serious.

He holds his axe before him, legs apart, ready for the next onslaught.

Its a powerful and frightening move, sadly the other pikesmen is turning around trying to find Atton.

The cart is careening off down the road with the others after it.

Atton tilts his head, before twisting one hand to lift the pikesman into the air.

A flick of said hand sends the pikesman flying - High and far.

No fire yet -- and still, such a rout already for the enemy!

"That cannot have been all!" Teja scoffs, with a grim laugh. "Come on, men -- who is next?"

Now the Sheriff had sent a few of his more trusted men on horseback to follow the carts. One of these men appears and cries out at the pikesmen,

"Stand up, knave and fight them!!"

"This looks promising," Atton remarks, turning to face the new arrival. He keeps one eye on the thrown pikesman.

"He is better off where he is lying, at this moment," Teja addresses the newcomer. "Or he shall be slain, also, as his companion was. And as you will be, unless you surrender now."

Deftly, he hooks the axe to his back, and pulls out a spear, ready to throw at the horseman.

The horsemen laughs as the pikesmen gets up, he's rather wobbly but he's more afraid of Sir Guy,

"So these are the outlaws who trouble our dear Sheriff, a lost Norsemen and a thief. I surrender to no man of Sherwood!"

Atton takes a deep breath, and blows it out slowly. It mists a little in the air.

He turns one hand palm-up. Above, the sky grows dark, suddenly thickening with black clouds, flashing with frequent - almost too frequent - lightning, though no bolts hit the ground. A moment later, the rain starts.

Atton doesn't say anything, but the look he gives the horseman makes it clear that he created the storm.

Sometimes, Atton likes scaring people with displays of power. Even if he does hope, a little, that they don't run away.

"My weapons are more earthly," Teja says, and throws his spear for the horseman's shoulder, aiming not to kill him outright.

He wasn't to kill too many, after all; and he had killed one already. Too many dead would make trouble for Will and his people.

The horseman just kicks his horses sides as he moves out of the way of the spear and straight towards Atton and Teja with his sword drawn.

Behind them the pikesman is getting up his courage and slashes towards Atton's back.

Atton turns sharply, grabbing the pike and easing it to one side, twisting the knife around in his hand so that the edge is away from the pikesman and punching him in the face - Just a light jab.

Teja turns and swings his axe at the horseman, aiming for his midriff.

No holding back. He had his chance, and didn't take it. Now he must die.

The horse is a trained fighter and rears up, trying to kick Teja away.

Luck is not on the pikesmen's side today as he screams in Atton's face and gets hit.

He wobbles backwards and steps in a mud puddle.

Atton aims a few more light jabs to the pikesman's face. After all, Teja seems to be doing fine with the horseman, so Atton can take his time.

Teja steps back, brings up his axe, and swings it, slashing open both the horse's belly and the saddle's cinch.

He takes some more steps back, away from the blood and the stench and the screaming, collapsing horse, awaiting the rider's reaction.

The rider is well trained and jumps off his dying horse and straight at Teja swinging his broad sword.

Today is not a good day for the pikesmen who is just barely standing up and feels like he's forgotten how to fight.

"Back up a little, mate," Atton says to the coachman. "You've got a big long weapon there and I've got this short tiny blade. You should be using that to your advantage."

He takes a few steps away, raising an eyebrow. "See?"

Teja blocks the horseman's sword with the shaft of his axe, pushing him backwards; then, he quickly swings the axe overhead and brings it down on him.

Atton, he notices but briefly, would be fine -- so fine, he advises his enemies before he kills them. A good sign.

In bemused confusion, the pikesmen finally remembers his training and tries to fight Atton with his pike.

The horsemen just barely blocks Teja's axe but not before he takes a dangerous would on his should, leaving his left arm painfully limp.

Atton swings out of the way, laughing.
"That's more like it. Now, I'm going t'try t'rush in and punch you a few times, on the count of three, okay?" He counts down to three, before ducking down and rushing forward, throwing a punch at the pikesman's gut.

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