Night had fallen and day had soon begun once more, Robin had had a restless night of no sleep and full of thoughts. Words had echoed around his head, words of the day before, Marian's harsh words and Guy's stubborn ones. Today was D-day, Allan A Dale was to be hung and there was nothing Robin could do about it, he'd tried his hardest to think of a solution but nothing had come, how he wished for an omen. Making his way up the dusty road towards Nottingham's grounds, listening to his horses hooves clop rhythmically as his thoughts raced for any last options, but everything lead to himself being shoved in the dungeons and eventually hanged. Much wasn't far behind his master, carrying a grave expression, contrasting with that of Robins, which was harsh and deep in thought. They had soon reached the gates and the footmen were waiting to tie up their horses. Much jumped off and gave the footman a coin of silver for his troubles, as Robin was still sitting upon his horse a lazy head rested on his fist whilst he was immersed in thought. "Robin…" much said softly joggling the saddle to 'wake up' his master. Robin soon snapped out of his glazed expression by the sudden movement he glanced down at Much, "What?"
"The footman wants to take your horse, he'll need to if you are attending the hanging." Robin sighed and got off his horse as much apologised to the footman and gave him some money. Robin was already off, heading for the platform, as it was his villager being hanged he had to announce what was happening. They both walked through the crowd receiving dirty looks from every possible angle. Robin kept his eyes down and tried not to look, there was nothing that hurt him more. As he reached the steps that lead to Nottingham castle Robin stared evilly at the sheriff as a scroll was thrown upon him. He turned to face the villagers, unravelling the scroll and reading it through quickly before speaking it aloud. "Villagers of Nottingham. We are here today to witness the hanging of Allan A Dale from Locksley, for the crime of –" Robin swallowed as you could see the Sheriff urging him to continue, he opened his mouth as if to return to the words he had seemed to loose, when instead something else came. "This is ridiculous…" He murmured ripping the scroll in two and throwing it onto the ground. "This man has done nothing wrong!" He shouted furiously pointing at Allan who was standing on the scaffold a little shocked to say the least. "He never poached and maybe he stole, but he has done nothing that deserves a hanging!"
"Seize him!" The Sheriff called as a guard grabbed Robin restraining him, "And hang him!" He shouted pointing to Allan as a bag was shoved over his head and the noose was tightened, right before the block was kicked away. Robin struggled even harder as he saw Allan's legs kick trying to get free of the strangling.
Marian who watched from inside the castle not too far from where the Sheriff stood saw all this, and her heart went out to Robin. She knew he only wanted to do good, even if he was going the wrong way about it. Quickly grabbing one of her hairpieces she flung it as the guard. Luckily the sharp pointed end hit his arm rendering him helpless against the wrestling Robin, who turned to see the wounded guard fall spotting the twinkle of diamonds from the hairpiece jammed into his arm. He looked up to see through a hole in the castle wall to see Marian standing there, her face still as hard as stone as she turned, and there, in her hair, was all the proof Robin needed. His thoughts were quickly turned back to the havoc that ensued, pushing over a nearby guard and stealing his bow and arrow and loading the bow, "Much! Get the horses!" He shouted to his friend who was not far away. "I will not stand for this injustice!" Robin shouted before shooting the arrow through the rope that held Allan, before continuing battling guards. Allan hit the wood hard and it took him a moment to regain himself before the hood was ripped from his head and his hands untied. It took Allan a little while to begin seeing everything normally as things were going so quickly, he swallowed and turned to see a small girl standing near him kicking a guard from the side of the scaffold as he tried to clamber on. "Jasmine?..." He croaked as she came over to him. "Quick, they will try everything to get you again, stick with Sir Robin and help him. You have to fight." She threw him her sword and he caught it gratefully. Jasmine ran to the edge of the platform standing on guards' fingers ruthlessly. "What about you?" Allan called standing up and fastening the sword to his belt, she smirked, "Don't worry about me.." With that Jasmine kicked a guards head and leapt into the fray and Allan couldn't see where she was. Making his way off the hanging scaffold Allan began battling.
Robin was going strong the bow and arrow now dropped and a sword held tightly in his hands. He wasn't out to kill, he had done enough of that in the holy land, now he was just out for justice and to hurt. Robin was too busy knocking down a guard to notice another coming up behind him, about to bring a fatal blow. The moment Robin realised, turning he saw the guard fall to reveal Will Scarlett, standing with his axe held tightly in his right hand. Robin nodded his thanks before the two began battling the rest of the oncoming guards.
"Master!!" much cried as he galloped towards the crowd of battlement, Robin's horses reigns clutched tightly in his free hand. "Much!" Robin replied finding his way out to his escape route, "Allan! Will! This way!" Robin beckoned to the both of them, now will had helped him he knew he must keep him safe, otherwise Gisborne would come for him in the morning. Rushing to Robin's side kicking guards as they went before reaching Much and the horses. It wasn't long until Robin was upon his stallion closely followed by Will who held onto Robin to stay stable on the saddle. Allan clambered onto Much's horse and clung onto Much, who gave him a dirty look. "What are you doing?" Much asked Allan. "Holding on to you so I don't fall off, what does it look like I'm doing."
"I didn't want to say…"
"Much this is hardly the time to be arguing!" Robin shouted just as a sound from above the rabble came to his ears, "Quick you blithering idiots! He's over there!!" The sheriff practically screamed pointing to the four, "Looks like a good time to run." Will added as Robin dug his heels into the horse to make it run. "Giddy up!" Allan shouted before kicking his heels sharply into the horses' sides making it whinny and rear. Much practically screamed in fright as he held on for his life. It wasn't long before the horse was down and galloping for its life. The four headed off towards Sherwood Forest riding side by side as arrows were fired from the castle walls.
"So what now?" Allan asked as he stoked the fire that was crackling away on the forest floor, glimmering in the darkness that was now bestowed upon them. "Well we are outlawed, there is no way I can return to my manor. We are in exile." Robin replied, sighing as he twiddled a bit of grass between his fingers, his eyes looking far away in thought. "No food…." Much groaned, his eyes full of sadness before looking to Allan. "It's all your fault! If it wasn't for you we would still be at Locksley!"
"Hey, hey calm down mate!" Allan tried to calm Much down raising his hands. Much huffed and looked forwards, "I am not your mate…" There was a rustle from the brush and will appeared. The outlaws relaxed. "My father and brother are now safely on their way to Scarborough, the sheriff cannot get them there." He told the other men as he sat down, a little saddened. "Did you not want to go with them?" robin asked turning to look at Will. "No." Will said shortly as he leant forward a little. "I thought it better to stay with you guys, they'll be fine without me…" Robin patted the boys back trying to lift his spirits slightly, although he knew it was no use, they were stuck, all of them. All they could do was stick together and stay strong. "Hey!" a voice shouted from a higher ground, the men stirred and looked around for it, their eyes soon landing on a burley looking pack of men poised with weaponry, "This is our forest!"