Author's Note: As lovely as it would be I don't own any of these characters. I just claim the story idea and actual writings as mine. Enjoy!
Robert Huntingdon, former earl of Locksley, knew they were in trouble. He ordered his group's retreat and fired four successive arrows, each hitting their target, to allow time for his men to get away. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Robin couldn't help but smile at his unmissed targeting.
A large man came at him fast and he swore as he brought up his bow to deflect the blow. He managed to rap the man on his helmet, knocking him back while another took his place, slashing at Robin's feet. Robin jumped up to avoid losing his extremities all together but when he came back down on the log he came down awkwardly and was pitched backwards onto the ground. Though there were plenty of leaves they didn't help soften the hard ground and the impact left him momentarily stunned. It gave his enemy enough time.
It became hard to breathe as Robin's chest was pressed down by two hundred fifty pounds of enemy flesh and armor. Robin grunted, aware he was weaponless and quite defenseless. Well, almost defenseless.
Robin gave the man nearly smothering him a grin. "Been training, have you," he said to his oppressor. "I feel honored." While the sheriff's man was stalled in bafflement Robin let his balled fist fly, connecting squarely with his advisory's nose guard, causing blood to gush down his face and all over Robin's front.
Enraged, the man grabbed Robin's head and bashed it hard enough on the ground to cause stars to form in front of Robin's eyes. Robin tried to get his hands up to stop the assault but his head hit the unyielding ground and he felt an explosion of pain and then, blissfully, nothing.