will_scarlett | Sherwood Plot-First Team

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.

"You cannot fight back," Teja tells his oppponent. "You surrender, or die."

"Never!!"

He yells and keeps trying to fight.

Still bewildered the pikesman tries to slam Atton in the face with his pike as he eeps.

The pike almost hits. Atton grabs it before it does.

"That was good. You're making progress," he tosses his knife up into the air, using his now free hand to try to snatch the pike and, drawing on the Force to increase his strength, snap it in two.

"Then you die," Teja says, with a small shrug of his armoured shoulders.

He swings his axe again and sinks it deep into the man's shoulder, half hewing off the head, half cleaving the chest open.

He must step on the corpse to jerk his axe free; and as it comes loose, the man's last lifeblood spurts over Teja's shoes, and the hem of his cloak.

"Any others?" he says. "Will you yet tame that one, Atton? You are teaching him well."

The pike snaps and the pikesmen looks at him in fear,

"I.i.i yield!!"

"Go back to Nottingham, and tell people what happened here," Atton says, before cuffing him gently behind one ear. "You have a minute to get out of my sight, or I'll kill you."

Teja gets a brief look up and down. "Messy kill?"

"He resisted," Teja says.

He looks around. The horseman is dead, and the horse is breathing its last with painful, rattling breaths. Three steps take him over there; he draws his utility knife, bends down, and slits the horse's jugular.

You do not let horses suffer -- not any men, yours or those of the enemy, but those are all accounted for.

Teja straightens up. "Now, let us see where the pirate took the cart, and if the cart does contain gold; and if not, if any men are left alive on that cart that might know where the gold is."

That they would speak, Teja does not doubt for a moment.

"Or we might recapture your pikeman for that."

The pikemen turns and flees in panic along the road leaving them in the muddy road.

Atton watches him until he's out of sight.
"If we need him to find something, I'll catch him again." Atton shrugs. "But he's just a scared soldier. He'd probably gibber too much for us to hear what he was saying."

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