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Much is wide and muscled from his days of working as a fisherman and watches Atton approach,

"Ye goin' to fight me?"

"Depends. Will you be around here tomorrow? Don't want t'fight you when you've just come out of the end of a difficult fight, y'won't be at your best."

Much just laughs and everyone else nervously laughs with him,

"Wasna difficult, barely winded."

"Still. Tomorrow, when you're refreshed - if you'll be here?"

"Aye, I'll be 'ere. All depends if ye're willin' to come back, ye might run way."

"Not likely. I'm just hoping you won't be a disappointment."

"Disappointin', ye're a fool."

Much swaggers over to Atton and pushes him hard.

Atton stumbles a little, before regaining his footing and turning, walking away.

"I'll be back tomorrow. Make sure y'save any fighting y'do then for me."

Atton spends much of the rest of the day and sleeping finding a room for him and Will, stealing the money to pay for it, and then sleeping.

He's back the next day, though, where the fighters were, earlier this time and looking for Much.

Much is just finishing unloading his cargo at the market and eyes him,

"Guess ye're na a coward."

"Well, I'm not getting my hopes up for you being much of a challenge," Atton says, mildly. "Though I heard you beat Ham, over in another part of London, and he was sort of tough. Knocked me down a few times."

"'e wasna as good as 'e thought an sure ye'll na be either."

"Well, I hope you're as good as you say you are. I'll be pleased if you are," Atton says.

"Then show me what ye 'ave."

Much grins and walks up to intimidate Atton.

Atton is unintimidated, and waits until Much is close before brushing past him.

"Are we fighting here, then, or going somewhere else?"

"Oh aye 'less ye're goin' to leave 'gain."

"Nah," Atton grins, quickly stripping down to his waist.

Much grins and tosses off his shirt, he eyes all of Atton's scars before moving to try and throw him.

Atton ducks down and to one side, away from Much's arms, and throws a flurry of punches at his side and gut.

Much absorbs most of the punches and grunts as he tries to grab Atton's waist and toss him.

Atton goes tumbling over Much's shoulder, but rolls as he lands to take most of the shock out of it, rolling to his feet and kicking out at Much's legs.

Atton's legs hit and Much wobbles but doesn't fall over instead punching towards Atton's face.

The punch gets Atton directly in the nose, breaking it badly, and with a lot of blood.

Atton stumbles backwards, one hand going up to his face instinctively to try to stop the flow of blood.

So Much laughs and comes forward to try and lift Atton up and slam him into the ground.

As Atton is lifted up, he shifts some blood from his nose into his mouth and spits it down at Much's eyes.

Then he hits the ground, rather hard, and gives out a sharp noise of pain, because suddenly it's not just his face that feels like it's on fire, but his entire body.

There's blood on his chest and arms, though Atton isn't entirely sure of the source - a few scrapes, he thinks - and his left side hurts worse than the others. He thinks he may have broken a rib or two upon hitting the ground.

"Ye give up yet?"