'Robin?' Little John startled Robin out of his thoughts; he looked up at John to show he was listening.
'There's a man walking through the forest.' Robin nodded.
'Into positions then.' He sighed; ambushing people was really getting quite boring.
Robin hid behind a tree, Allan next to him, Kate and Much were on the opposite side and John and Tuck were behind the man, ready to creep up and spring into action.
'He looks injured' Robin murmured. Allan nodded.
'I'm not being funny, but I'm sure that's Gisborne.' Allan whispered back.
Robin looked closer, sure enough it was Guy, his black hair, matted against his pale face, contrasting the colour alarmingly. Robin's heart raced at the sight of his love injured, it took all of his will power not to run down the bank and pull him into a warm embrace.
'What do we do?' Allan asked 'Robin?'
The rest of the gang awaited Robin's signal to attack, but it never came.
Guy staggered forward, his feet dragging across the forest floor, he trudged on, determined to find Robin, one last time. But his legs buckled from beneath him and he dropped to his knees.
Robin's will power gave out, he threw his precious weapon to the floor and raced down the bank, something was seriously wrong with Guy and he needed Robin.
'Guy' Robin called, panicking. The other outlaws all looked at each other with shocked expressions before following Robin's lead, wondering if this was a new ploy to kill Gisborne.
Still on his knees, Guy began to fall forwards, all his energy was slowly leaving him. Before he hit the ground, Robin caught him, he stared lovingly into Guy's eyes. Tears threatening to spill over.
'What happened?' Robin asked bleakly, frightened at how quickly the colour seemed to be fading from Guy's face.
'Had to…warn you, …couldn't…let them…kill you…they know where…the camp…is.' Guy choked out, pain very clear in his voice.
'You're going to be fine' Robin cried, unaware of the gang behind him. 'I love you'
'I…love you…to' Guy gasped before his eyes closed and he faded into unconsciousness.