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Autumn has come to Sherwood and there's a bite to the air as the leaves change colors. Will pulls up his hood as he leaves Atton out onto the road,

"Lincoln, aye?"

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Atton backs off a little, beckoning.

He's fairly sure he can't win, but he may as well give it a shot.

"Why, not confident y'can actually beat me?"

"Ye're all but beaten."

Much swaggers as he moves towards Atton.

"Y'do raise a good point," Atton says, mildly, raising his fists.

So Much's grin grows as he starts moving in with fast punches to Atton's face and torso. The crowd starts cheering, they know an endgame when they see it.

Atton blocks, taking a few steps back, but Much is strong, and his arms start to go numb.

The crowd keeps cheering as Much moves to grab and throw Atton to the ground for the last time.

Atton hits the ground hard, with a few unpleasant cracking noises.

He does try to get up, but he's about halfway onto his feet when his legs give way beneath him.

"Ye yield yet?"

Much stands over him with a sneer.

Pause.

"Yeah, seems like a good idea."

Much nods and offers him a hand,

"Were a good challenge but ye're na good 'nough."

That stings, but the assassin's part of his mind reminds him, chidingly, of the importance of knowing your limits.

It also espouses cheating when outmatched, and quietly suggests subtly knifing Much.

Atton does not do this.

"I'll be back sometime for a rematch, maybe, if I can be bothered. S'a long way t'come. But this was fun."

"Oh aye, if ye wish. Where were ye from 'gain?"

If he says Nottingham, Much may end up going there and expecting to find him.

Atton thinks of other locations that he knows exist on Earth.

"Gotham." Beat. "It's in Scotland."

"Aye, well best be gettin' back 'fore ye fall apart."

Then Much turns and goes into the tavern, already the crowd is moving around him to buy him drinks.

Atton feels a small surge of jealousy. He stifles it, and when they're all out of sight, checks around to see if anyone's watching, then heals himself.

At the moment, Will is still on the edges of London and he's picked up some good information and wondering where Atton is.

Once Atton's healed, he takes a moment to sniff Will out, then heads out to find him, speeding into the nearest deserted alleyway before wandering out to pat him on the shoulder.

"S'a Will."