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Will Scarlett ([personal profile] will_scarlett) wrote2009-11-25 06:09 pm
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Finding Fights with Atton

There's a sharp chill in the air as they step through the door. Will pulls his cloak around him and moves out of the way for Atton,

"'ere we are. Could do with 'ittin' someone."

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll come with you to wherever you want to go first. But then I'm going off on my own. You get concerned and helpful."

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Atton sets an arm around him, lifting him slightly, and then speeds off to London. It takes a while, but eventually they arrive in a small alleyway.

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Atton grunts approvingly.

"You lead."

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Atton surveys the room. The men throwing bones look likely - they're fit and athletic enough, with the confidence of guards.

Sublety is all well and good, but Atton can't be bothered with it, so when the ale is delivered, he picks his up, wanders over to the men, and throws it over the largest one.

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
The confusion of the situation makes it easy for Atton. He ducks and weaves under chairs and arms and takes people down, one by one.

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Back to back is good. Easier to fend people off that way.

Most of the men are drunk and slowed, so Atton doesn't have much trouble with them.

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Atton leans out of the way, but he gets a long, wide cut diagonal across one side of his forehead, crossing over his eyebrow.

Then he takes the bones' player down with a punch, and turns to knock the one that Will was dealing with down.

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Atton gives them a quick few punches to the face. That, he imagines, should do it.

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"We should go," Atton says, mildly. "No sense sticking around."

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-11-26 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Hm. You alright for me t'leave you?"

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-11-26 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
"I will," Atton says, and then heads off.

It's not too far to where Much and his friends usually fight, so he heads there and hangs around at the edges, watching.

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-11-26 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
"That's the idea," Atton responds, a little wearily. "You up for it? How many fights have you had today?"

[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com 2009-11-26 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
Atton takes a step back, less out of fear and more because he's just noticed that his eyebrow is rather bloody from that cut across it and his forehead.

He gives it a quick wipe, then starts to take off his shirt.

"Get two of your guys then. One agile, one brawny'll do. Fair's fair. Both at once."

Atton knows he won't beat Much. He's not at his best, and the cut is going to impair his vision if he doesn't keep wiping off the blood (though he could just bandage it), and Much beat him last time.

But he's not here to win, so he may as well make it fair.

Once his shirt is off though, it'll be clear to see that he's not been keeping up practicing and keeping fit - not since Doc died. When he last met Much, Atton was lean and lanky, but with plenty of sharply defined muscle. He's still lean and lanky, but the muscles are far, far less defined. He's closer to average than athletic now.