Screaming like a stuck mynock.

"Oh aye, tis. So Guppy, ye fightin' first?"

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"Aren't we fighting together?" Guppy asks.

"How do we get paid?"

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"Whoever isn't fighting takes bets from people, with a fee."

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"Aye, that way we get money e'en if we lose."

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"Hee, good plan."

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"I thought so," chirpily.

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"Atton an I'll do that bit to start out, cause we've done it 'fore."

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"Yeah, I might make a loss."

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Atton laughs, ruffling Guppy's hair.

"C'mon," he wanders over to a passing person. "Hey, you. How would you feel about making some money?"

"Lulz?"

Atton beams. "The big muscley ninja over there'll be doing some fighting, soon. Want to place a bet? There's just a small fee, easily regained when you take your winnings."

The player considers.
"Lulz," eventually, handing over some gold.

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Will laughs and heads the other way, soon gathering a crowd around him,

"Watch the elvish fighter take all comers, takin' bets now!"

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Guppy, not sure what he's supposed to be doing, preens and flexes his muscles.

A player comes up and looks at him, points, goes 'Ha ha!' and then runs off, so he stops.

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Solemnly, to Guppy: "Haha." Hair-ruffle.

Once Will and he have gathered a relatively large crowd, he gives Will a pat on the shoulder.
"You keep drawing them in, me and Gupster will go get ready?"

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"Oh aye."

So Will keeps yelling and soon the crowd is full of yelling and bets.

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Guppy looks through his inventory, and finds a fighting costume. He selects it, and changes into something that looks like a full length suit of black fish scales, with a streak of blue shimmery ones down his front, emphasising down to the crotch.

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Atton's eyebrows go up.

"Well, you're going to stand out, at least," Atton says, taking off his boots, cloak and hat.

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When Will sees the costume, he grins,

"Na takin' anymore bets, time for the fight to start!"

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"I'll hold off the nunchucks."

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"S'best to, yeah. I won't stab you or blast you with magic," Atton says, wriggling out of his tunic. He still has, he notes, his physique from the real world, but he's pretty sure in this reality it's more for aesthetics than anything else.

Patting Guppy on the shoulder.
"Give them a show. More bets that way."

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Will works to clear a space in the middle of the crowd.

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"Prepare for surgery." Guppy says, shaking Atton's hand, stepping back the required distance, bowing and then charging forward with a fast punch.

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