[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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Atton comes after him, punching at his face.

[will_scarlett]

Much does his best to block as many of the punches as he can but a few get through.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

So Atton keeps going.

[will_scarlett]

The crowd at this point has grown quiet, no one's really presented a true challenge like this to Much for a while and no one knows what's going to happen. Much takes a risk and moves to try and grapple with Atton to stop the punches.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

It works. Atton struggles to get out of Much's grip.

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Much presses his advantage and starts kicking at Atton's legs and groin to wear him down.

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Atton grimaces, faltering.

[will_scarlett]

Much doesn't even ask if Atton will yield, he just keeps punching since he's learned that Atton isn't the sort to give up easily.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton widens his stance and tries to throw Much.

[will_scarlett]

The throw wasn't what Much was expecting so he tries to set his weight against Atton but still ends up thrown slightly off balance.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton takes the opportunity to push out of his grip, backing off a little.

[will_scarlett]

Much takes a moment to catch his breath before charging at Atton.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton readies himself, punching at Much's face when he gets close.

[will_scarlett]

The punch stops Much for a moment but not completely as he rocks on his feet to catch his balance again.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton grins, patting Much on the shoulder.

"I expected better."

[will_scarlett]

Much grumbles before charging forward with a lot of punching since he's not going to lose.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

The charge ends up completely knocking Atton down, practically under Much's feet.

[will_scarlett]

The crowd cheers as Much looks down at Atton, "Yield?"

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"Stupid question," Atton says, starting to get to his feet.

[will_scarlett]

"Ye'll still lose."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I might not!"

[will_scarlett]

"Ye're so good at losin' though."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I do lose with great grace and poise," Atton agrees modestly.

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, but ye still lose."

Much laughs before moving in with a series of punches at Atton's face.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton cross his arms over his face to block the punches, taking several steps back.