1 | master of arms [gisborne]

Fifty

Everything was surprisingly peaceful at the camp. Allan and Guy were over the pan that was being heated, the tips of arrows sticking inside the bowl. Allan seemed to be heating up a sword, staring at it thoughtfully.

Robin came running in with two sacks full of coins. "All of this needs to be made into arrowheads," Robin commanded.

Much moved the blinds, looking out of the window. "Robin."

"We're running out of time." Robin set the sacks down.

"Robin!"

"Where's Tuck and John and Linda with those tools?"

"She's gone. Kate."

Robin groaned, grabbing his stuff. Much frowned and glanced at Allan. "You say something?" he demanded, pushing past him and going out the door.

"Why is it always my fault?" Allan retorted, both hands in the air.

Much sounded panicked, and his voice went up an octave. "We got to find her."

"Much, Kate can look after herself," Robin said, annoyed to say the least. "She's got a family to protect. We've got a castle to take."

"I know."

"ALLAN A DALE, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?"

"You're fiancée's back," Allan said with a snicker to Guy. "Welcome home, Li—"

Allan was cut off when Linda's fist came colliding with his jaw, grabbing his collar and shaking him back and forth. "You traitor!" she screeched. "What did you tell them? Judas!" She grabbed his throat and literally started strangling him.

Tuck and John came running in. "It's all over Nottingham," Tuck said, trying to catch his breath. "Allan's been pardoned by the Sheriff for services rendered."

"What?!"

"Linda, let him go," Robin ordered coolly.

"Let me speak!" Allan exclaimed, his face red as he felt the air get cut off.

"Right, because you're so good at that." Linda scoffed. "I can't believe I ever trusted you. You sorry, poor excuse of a man." Her eyes widened. "You betrayed us, and my sister! Because of you, my sister is going to die!" She started banging him against the wall, making Allan's head start bobbing back and forth. "You're a liar, you stupid son of a—"

"Linda! Linda, come on!" Tuck literally had to peel Linda off of Allan because Guy was in the corner smirking. He found this amusing.

"You traitor!"

Allan collapsed to his knees, rubbing his throat and coughing. "Gosh, Guy, you're fiancée's got a killer grip."

Robin hauled him up by the arm. "You alright?"

"Yeah." Allan brushed himself off, looking at his friends. His voice went up an octave and it started to waiver. "I haven't done anything. I swear! I haven't betrayed you!" Allan looked to Much for help. "Much."

Much only stayed silent, unsure of what to do. Allan sighed and rolled his eyes, panicking. "You believe me, Guy."

John started to charge, but Tuck pushed him back by the chest. Guy made a look, nodding and shaking his head and then pursing his lips.

(aka the picture on the side of guy being adorable)

Allan ran a palm down his face, stepping forward. "Tuck."

He only looked at Robin, who was staring at the sky.

Allan let out a few breaths, about to lose it. "Linda, please."