[OOM] London.

[stuck_mynock]

As soon as Will let him into Nottingham, Atton gave him a quick thanks, told him he'd be back by the next morning (morning after that at the very latest) and Force-sped off to London

Comments

[will_scarlett]

As the weather has been getting nicer, fewer men have been fighting. A long day of working in the fields can be tiring after all.

Much is still there though, drinking an ale and watching two boys fight.

[will_scarlett]

The boys give him a look as they move to the side, they haven't seen Much fight a lot.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton shucks off his jerkin and top, giving them to one of the boys as he passes, then heads out and waits for Much.

[will_scarlett]

Much pulls off his shirt and nods to Atton, he'll let him have the first hit.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton watches Much carefully, shifting from foot to foot, before punching hard around at Much's jaw.

[will_scarlett]

Much blocks the punch with his arm and moves under Atton's arm to punch him in the gut.

[stuck_mynock]

Which Atton takes directly without any chance to brace himself. The air rushes out of him with a gasp, and he doubles over wincing.

[will_scarlett]

So Much follows up with a series of quick hits to his torso as the crowd cheers.

[stuck_mynock]

They all hit, sending Atton stumbling backwards.

[will_scarlett]

"Was 'xpectin' better o'ye."

Much says as he comes forward to stand close to Atton.

[stuck_mynock]

"You got a good punch in," Atton says breathlessly, before throwing an uppercut at Much's chin.

[will_scarlett]

Much takes the punch on his chin and rocks back before moving in to try and kick Atton.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton blocks the kick, throwing a flurry of punches at Much's torso.

[will_scarlett]

The punches make Much back up as he tries to block them all.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton keeps up the pressure, throwing in a few kicks at Much's side.

[will_scarlett]

Much braces himself and throws a number of punches back, he's not going to let Atton get through his guard.