will_scarlett | Finding Fights with Atton

Neither does Will but there are a few who are a touch more sober who does their best.

Someone even manages a solid hit to Will's gut that doubles him over, he's not as healthy as he'd like to be.

One of the bones' players has tucked one of the bones into his hand and tries to slash Atton's face with it.

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.

Will was able to get a good kick in the shins of the one who hit him but its not enough to take them down.

Atton gives them a quick few punches to the face. That, he imagines, should do it.

It does, Will looks around and grins at Atton, its a tired but happy grin,

"Think we won."

"We should go," Atton says, mildly. "No sense sticking around."

"Nay, sure they'll all be yellin' when they get up."

He walks to the counter to finish his ale and then heads out the door.

That was perhaps more of a fight than his body was ready for, but Will's smiling as he limps a bit.

"Hm. You alright for me t'leave you?"

"Oh aye, let me find a place to rest where the guards willna find me."

Not too far from the tavern is the city wall and Will finds a hole made from some not properly shored bricks to rest in,

"Will be 'ere when ye get back."

"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.

Its a fairly quiet night since everyone's getting ready for the Winter but Much spots Atton,

"Ye come back for more trouble?"

"That's the idea," Atton responds, a little wearily. "You up for it? How many fights have you had today?"

"Few, changes in the weather are makin' e'eryone angry."

He grins and steps towards Atton, ready to take him on.

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.

Much nods and gestures two men forward, one who's wide but not terribly quick and another who's built more along Will's lines,

"John an Ned, ye'll fight 'im."

They give Atton a look and head towards him, neither of them are used to fighting with someone else so they're not sure the best way to attack.

Atton raises his fists, and decides to focus on the larger one first - John, he thinks.

He throws a punch at John's face, fast but hard, before ducking down to knee up at his groin.

John was kind of expecting the punch so is able to block it and can't get out of the way fast enough for the knee.

So he doubles over and as Atton's kicking John, Ned moves in to try and kick Atton's legs out from under him.

Atton winces, falling forwards onto John, grabbing him to steady himself.

John takes this opportunity to headbutt Atton while Ned tries to twist one of Atton's arms around his back.

Atton manages to move his head slightly so that John doesn't catch his nose, but the headbutt still dazes him, and Ned gets his arm twisted behind his back fairly easily.

He uses his free arm to briefly wipe away the blood from his eyebrow, then kicks out at John.

John absorbs the kick and punches Atton in the chest,

"Ye're na that much o'anythin'."

Atton growls a little, kneeing up at John's groin again and headbutting backwards at Ned.

Ned curses and falls back, releasing his hold on Atton's arm as he cradles his nose while John doubles up slightly.

Ned is probably the more fragile of the two, so Atton turns, kicking at the side of his head.

Neither of the men have ever seen anyone who can kick quite that high before and Ned goes down as John eyes Atton warily.

Then he charges him, coming in with a flurry of punches towards his chest and face.

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