warnings- violence spoilers s2
characters- Robin, much, allan, guy.. and a little bit of john.
Part 1 of ?

Robin found himself shaking as the force of his actions fully hit him. This was his fault. It was his fault and he did not have a clue how he could make it better. If he had only listened... that had always been his biggest flaw, he had to learn to listen when people tried to explain. He let off a bitter laugh as he thought of how people saw him; a wise man, who thought things through before acting. He was a man of the people, and yet his own people had reason to fear him. He became aware of his surroundings suddenly as a hand tapped him on the arm and the world came rushing back- the quiet whimpers from the dungeon below deafened him and he didn't hear the words Much spoke. The shake he received next brought him further back as the reason they were here dominated his mind.
"Robin, we have to go now." When Robin didn't respond to his statement, Much gave him a shake, and when he turned made another statement. "Allan cannot wait much longer." This seemed to hit him where it counted and Robin nodded and looked back at John. At seeing John's confirmation that they were good to go, Robin sprinted round the corner.

Much was busy cooking when he heard Allan shout. Get down? Hide? How had they found the camp? Before he knew it however he felt the breeze as an arrow whistled past his cheek. Too late to hide. He took a glance at Allan as he fought off a couple of castle guards, and noted a gash on his leg, where it was apparent someone had taken a swing at him that he was not able to dodge. Much's thoughts were not of Allan for much longer as he found himself dealing with his own guards. They were easily defeated and his attention was pulled to Gisborne as he dismounted his horse, advancing; sword in hand. Much battled him off, but with only a small sword and shield to use against Gisborne and his guards, he found himself on the losing side, that is, until another sword joined the fray and it was he and Allan against the men. As Much began to weaken, he heard the words spoken by Gisborne to Allan.
"...you know they will never trust you. Come back and-"
"I'm not bein' funny, but if you think I will ever be on the same..." As he listened his skills wavered and he felt the hilt of a sword coming down on his head.

Guards, coming towards camp! How did they...? Much. Much was at the camp; alone. Allan found himself running extremely fast in a vain attempt to outrun Giz's horses. Come on, come on, come on! He urged himself to run faster, but found himself to be too slow, so he chose to give away what cover he had to give Much fair warning.
"Much! Get away! Hide! There's soldiers on their way to camp!" immediately a couple of guards turned their horses on him and he quickly unsheathed his sword. He put on his fighting face despite the lump that was growing in his throat and the drums that were playing in his ear, the same repetitive beat. Dum dum. Dum dum. Dum dum. Dum dum. This didn't look good. If they'd found the camp, what else did they know? Gulp. Dum dum. Dum dum. Come on, mate, you've no chance- they out number you by... well, there's more of them. Dum dum. Dum dum. Dum dum. He prepared as the first guards rode toward him. He took a deep breath and swung.

When the last of the guards were down, the guys finally allowed themselves to look at the man... boy in front of them. Although his elder, Robin found it very difficult not to view him in this way as he hung from his hands, with tears running down his grimy face. He felt the bile running up his throat as he remembered why Allan was there and exited the room in a hurry. As he stood by the doorway, not bringing himself to look at him again he could hear the soothing that the other two men hushed to the boy as he whimpered. He felt his own eyes becoming hot as he heard Much whisper, shortly followed by a crack and a howl. Hoping that would be enough Robin wiped his eyes and looked down the corridor in case there were more guards on their way, trying to ignore the repeated sound of his fallen comrade's cries. He didn't turn around when he sensed Much and John had returned, he simply told them the escape plan and started running, trying not to think of Allan, who had succumbed to a deathly still unconsciousness in John's arms.