Adventures with Atton Part II

[will_scarlett]

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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[will_scarlett]

"Wrestlin' or staff, also tis archery but ye're na an archer."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"How can you tell?" Beat. "Oh, and wrestling. Are there any rules?"

[will_scarlett]

"Ye've na bow an na many."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"What rules are there?"

[will_scarlett]

"Na bitin'. Ye 'ave a name that I should put down?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"That's the only one?" Atton is surprised, though not displeased. "Doran."

[will_scarlett]

"Ye want more? Doran, aye. Will be called from 'ere when its yer turn to fight, couple o'round dependin' on 'ow many folks an winner gets a purse."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Atton says, heading off to find Will.

[will_scarlett]

Will's near a stand that's selling meat pies and throws one over to Atton.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton catches it, scarfing it down in about three seconds, before wandering over to Will and ruffling his hair.

"They say they'll call me when it's time."

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, think will be a good challenge?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I hope so. I do like a challenge. One day, I have t'go back to London and see about tracking down the other guy who beat Ham. But another time," Atton grins. "Picked any pockets yet?"

[will_scarlett]

Will nods and buys them some pastries at another stall,

"Oh aye, could always 'ead down there at some point."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I can move fast enough to make the trip relatively fast," Atton says. "S'useful. Pastry," Atton beams, taking one and gnawing on it.

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, make good stuff 'ere. Might e'en pick up some cloth for us, what we 'ave is startin' to wear a bit."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"S'a good idea. Might as well take advantage of all the market stuff."

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye an all the other stuff."

Will heads towards a stall which sells a strong green cloth and Will places an order.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Green. S'a nice colour. Suits you, does."

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, good for many things."

There's yell from the other side of the market,

"All fighters, get yerselves o'er 'ere!"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I gotta go, see y'later," Atton says, heading in the direction of the yell, finishing off his pastry as he goes.

[will_scarlett]

Will nods and fades back into the crowd as the man who had been behind the table looks at the arriving fighters,

"Right, ye, Doran, start ye off fightin' 'arald."

Harald's about Atton's size and one of the smaller men there as the announcer points to the stairs up the platform.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton nods, taking off his weapons, boots and socks, and stripping down to his waist.

"Look after these for me," he says to the man behind the table, setting them by him before bounding up the stairs onto the platform.

"Harald. Hey."

[will_scarlett]

The other man quickly strips and leaves them at the table before grinning and charging at Atton.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton grins back, sliding out of the way and elbowing at his back.

[will_scarlett]

Harald tries to move out of the way and does his best to grab Atton in a hold.