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Will Scarlett ([personal profile] will_scarlett) wrote2009-06-04 03:16 pm

Mirror Plot II

Atton is led to a decent room that's not too high up in the castle and Will pushes him through,

"Ye'll be brought food an we'll fight in the mornin'. 'arald, ye keep watch an dinna let 'im try to trick ye."

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure, sure. Though, if y'lose, y'won't be able to work, y'won't have any money when you can. Might not even be able to feed them."

The mention of his parents does make Atton have a small pang of 'aw, Will', though, so when he kicks out at Will's side, it's a fraction slower than normal, even if Atton doesn't realise it.

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Atton has a little trouble finding an opening here. He blocks and dodges Will's blows well enough, but he doesn't get much of a chance to hit back, and he keeps taking steps backwards.

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Atton soon finds his back up against the wall, and with much less space now, he can't really dodge. He blocks a few punches, but takes several others, quickly getting a bloodied nose and mouth.

After a moment, he aims a headbutt at Will, pushing forward to try and shove Will back.

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Atton raises his arms to block the punches, braces himself against the wall, and pushes forward to shove Will away and get out into a more spacious part of the courtyard.

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Atton heads after him, jumping up to kick at the side of Will's face, hard.

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Atton backs off, circling slightly.

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Atton lets out of a sharp noise of pain, one hand going up to his shoulder as it starts bleeding profusely. He winces, stumbling back.

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," Atton mumbles, cracking open one eye and punching at Will. It's a rather hasty, clumsy punch.

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"No." More emphatically, this time.

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Atton lets out another pained noise, punching at Will again.

"Make me."

He does appreciate Will not wanting to hurt him too badly here.

He just also has no survival instinct.

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Atton stays upright for a long time, getting more and more bruised and bloody. He even blocks a few of Will's punches.

Eventually, though, one particularly hard punch hits him in the face, and he falls backwards, landing with a crash.

There's a pause, before he starts getting up. He's about three quarters of the way to being on his feet and upright when he collapses. Another attempt follows, but he collapses again, groaning.

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Atton makes another attempt to get up, but doesn't get as far this time before he falls again.

Eventually: "Yeah, I yield. Tell your parents hi from me."

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Y'know," Atton says, as Will starts dragging him out of the courtyard. "The Sheriff'll never let you look after your parents properly. He'll always just think of you as hired muscle. He might keep his word and let them off from the tax this year, but he won't next year."