will_scarlett | Adventures with Atton Part II

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Adventures with Atton Part II

Will and Atton are on the road to Lincoln, its been raining through the morning but its cleared up and Will is grinning,

"Just 'membered that they're 'avin' their Fair so should be some fightin' for ye."

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This time Alf tries to just slam him down towards the wood but his balance isn't quite as good as it could be thanks to Atton's kicks.

It works well, though, and Atton hits the wood hard, grimacing.

"Now ye'll just be stayin' down there."

Alf smirks and relaxes his hold slightly so that he can acknowledge the crowd.

Atton scowls at that smirk, struggling harder against Alf's grip.

"'rhaps ye should just yield."

"Nah. You'll have t'do better than that if y'want me t'yield."

Alf removes one hand so he can try and slam Atton's head into the platform.

Atton makes a sharp, pained noise as pain blossoms through his head. But the removal of one hand means he gets his way out of Alf's grip, moving to get to his feet.

That makes Alf curse as he moves to come after Atton but he's a bit slower.

Atton moves towards him, feinting low before punching high, at Alf's face.

Alf didn't expect quite that strong a punch and grunts before trying to punch Atton.

Atton ducks, shifting a little on the balls of his feet.

Alf grunts and comes after him again, he wants Atton down.

Atton just about manages to get out of the way, barely.

Alf turns back around and tries to punch Atton again.

Atton sees it coming a moment before it hits, and then he's flat on his back, face bloody.

Now Alf stands over him with a not quite as confident smile but still bloody,

"Now stay down."

Pause.

"You're kinda irritating," Atton remarks, spinning into a break dance esque mood, legs out to hit Alf's legs, hard, before he spins onto his feet and upright.

Alf was not expecting that and falls with a hard smack into the wood and starts slowly to get back up.

Atton's ready. Once he's up, but while he's still getting his footing, Atton comes in with a flurry of blows - punches, kicks, elbows, knees.

Alf tries to absorb what he can but he was unprepared for quite this level of onslaught.

Atton sets one hand on his shoulder, using it to push himself up and vault over Alf, landing behind him and elbowing at his back, before flicking his arm up to knock him on the back of the head.

Now Alf falls and hits the wood of the platform hard, he's not getting up.

"That was fun," Atton remarks mildly, before looking in the direction of the man at the desk. "Money now?"

The announcer nods and tosses Atton a purse and his clothes as Will slips out of the crowd,

"Ye did good."

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