[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.

Once there, he sought out Much. Not exactly a difficult task - he'd been there often enough to know where and when the group of fighters Much was a part of met to fight.

(It crossed his mind that he might be a bit madder than usual: Much had beaten him three times, and while his pragmatic mind said it might be time to stop trying, his competitive mind said to keep going.)

So, he headed to where Much and the other fighters usually were, keeping an eye out for them.

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton keeps it up for a while, then pauses, straightening up a little.

[will_scarlett]

Much is just barely conscious and lifts his hands as he says,

"Yield, I yield."

The crowd is eerily silent, they've never seen Much beaten and beaten this badly before.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton stands up, helping Much up and helping him to one side.

"Hey, I finally won. Awesome. Now I'd like t'know: Where might I find somebody better?"

[will_scarlett]

Much wobbles slightly as he stands,

"Na sure. Ye're the only one who's defeated me in an age."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I know, I should get a prize. Still, you must know something. An area or a city particularly reknowned for great fighters? Rumours of somebody who sounded good enough to beat you?"

[will_scarlett]

"Nay, I dinna. Ye can go find someone."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I'm going to assume you don't know anyone I can ask either? I'd punch you if I weren't against hitting clearly beaten men."

Rolling his shoulders: "Prize, then?"

[will_scarlett]

Much nods to one of the men, "Give 'em the purse."

A heavy purse is tossed towards Atton.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton grins.

"Thank you. Get me some ale, too."

[will_scarlett]

"Go on, ye 'eard the man an one for me."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"So, you gonna keep doing this now that you've been beaten?"

[will_scarlett]

Much considers and watches the boys pushing each other to get their drinks,

"I'll let others fight for a time. Get me crown back round the fair."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"There's a fair?" Headtilt.

[will_scarlett]

"Course there is."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Huh. When?"

[will_scarlett]

"After the 'arvest."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Autumn-winter, then," Atton says. "Okay."

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, always good fun at the fights."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Well," Atton finishes his ale quickly and gathers up his clothes. "Was fun beating you. I'll see you 'round." He gave Much a nod, and headed off.