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Post by kight on Jul 31, 2009 18:51:17 GMT 1
“I am not one that speaks of me deeds, how ever what does one call helping children after all I would not have to. But I am sure that you would only see me having honor if I started fighting as you do” He saw Robin loose his sword, he did not miss that Robin look to his sword then to him & he spoke again “Are you going to hold me as a villain, for if so then you must ask your self do you wish to chance fate on if I will not harm you this time? After all those that are villans play by diffrent rules” Rigoletto waited for Robin to speak, he was ready to strike him with the hilt of his sword if but, to prove a point.
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 1, 2009 9:55:02 GMT 1
Robin held his hands in front of himself in mock surrender, pretending to consider the question.
"You know what? I'm going to take my chance with fate and go with villain. Definitely."
He doubted the answer would be expected, but he was hardly worried. What could the other man do? He had already proven he was unwilling to kill, as much as Robin was.
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Post by kight on Aug 5, 2009 9:20:53 GMT 1
Rigoletto in worldly signed “So be it” He moved to back hand Robin, more of a distraction then to harm him, he fallowed that with a hilt strike hoping to sending him to the ground, ready to make him more set up for his real strike, if Robin hit the ground with his back then Rigoletto he would fallow the move with a deadly strike one that if it hit Robin, would end his life or gravely wounded him.
Time appeared to stand still, as this all played out & everything appeared to simply move slowly as everything happened, once could almost hear the ticking of a slow clock as it counted off it seconds, as if a marker for what was happening.
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 5, 2009 15:02:42 GMT 1
Robin was honestly surprised by the other man's attack. For all his talk he had not expected him to actually do it. The force of the hit sent him sprawling on to his back, the wind knocked from his lungs.
Looking up at the other man, helpless, Robin thought now would probably be a good time for Marian to make her presence felt.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 6, 2009 0:38:16 GMT 1
Marian had kept herself quiet, thinking that perhaps they would forget she was here. After all, she only felt the need to use her bow when she had to. There had been plenty of words spoke, but nothing that made her feel as if Robin was being threatened.
Then Robin had been thrown to the floor, and she could see his opponent ready to hit him with a blow that would be fatal. Taking a deep breath, she aimed in the way Robin had told her to do since she was little. Firing, she watched as the arrow flew through the air, hitting Rigoletto on his shoulder. Not enough to seriously wound him, but enough to warn him.
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Post by kight on Aug 6, 2009 1:01:27 GMT 1
Rigoletto was about to attack when he was suppressed, when he felt the pierce of an arrow that hit his shoulder he instantly drew back his attack. His mind hand been distracted enough form Robin, to what he had been so close to doing. He drew in a breath; the arrow had not gone deep it was more a scratch for the arrow had been stopped by or more slowed by his armor down.
His sword hand wavered a bit but, he did not drop his sword thought his free hand instantly went up to where the arrow had hit breaking off part of the end but, not moving to pull it out.
His attention moved from Robin to Marian, who held the bow in her hand he was ready should anything happened for know he felt he had two people to worry about so he was ever more alert to what was going on around him but, he knew well he would need to tended to where the arrow had hit & repair his armor as well.
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 6, 2009 2:29:14 GMT 1
Robin rolled over, pushing himself to his feet and reading his own bow in the same movement, an arrow pointed directly at Rigoletto. The side of his face was throbbing where the sword hilt had slammed into him, but he paid it little attention.
"That is the only warning you get. Leave. Now!"
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Post by kight on Aug 6, 2009 3:38:34 GMT 1
Rigoletto was quick to take note of Robin with his bow pointed at him, his free hand had come back to his side, he heard his words he might of tempted fate but, at the moment he could already feel the blood that had been moving down his body if he fought he would lose more blood & likely pass out here not some where he wanted to. He looked form the two before sheathing his sword & moving to head back to where his horse & shield was he picked up is shield to place it on his horse before moving to mount to move into is saddle before gathering the rains & moving to leave. This was not over he knew that it was not, he might not wish to be a villain but, Robin saw him as one & with that they could be likely sworn enemies.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 7, 2009 1:43:14 GMT 1
Marian watched as he mounted his horse, not at all annoyed at herself that she hurt him. After all, if he was going to hurt Robin, she had had no choice but to hurt him. She was far too protective of Robin, and in any circumstance where it would appear he would be at risk, she would do anything to help.
She kept her arrow pointed at Rigoletto, not wanting to put it away until he was long gone.
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 7, 2009 1:52:44 GMT 1
Only when Rigoletto had got back on his horse and began to leave did Robin lower his bow. He walked over to where his sword was laying in the dirt, sliding it back into its place on his belt. He turned to Marian with a grin.
"Nice shot."
He put his fingers up to his face, rolling his jaw. It had already reduced to a dull ache. Nothing particularly serious, given the possible alternatives.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 8, 2009 0:08:53 GMT 1
Once Rigoletto had left, she lowered her bow, watching Robin walk over to get his sword. She was slightly worried about the blows he had taken.
"I can do good when I have to."
She stepped up, her hand going to his cheek as she moved her eyes about to see if he had bruised. Happy that there was nothing life threatening, she brushed her thumb against his cheek.
"Hopefully he knows not to bother us now."
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 8, 2009 2:23:34 GMT 1
Robin took her hand from his face, bringing it back to their side and giving the fingers a squeeze. "I'm fine, Marian." Sure, his face hurt but it was hardly anything to make a fuss over. "You can do very good," he laughed.
"Well, I necessarily hope so. You're rather ferocious when you want to be, my love. I doubt he could miss that message," he winked.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 8, 2009 2:32:49 GMT 1
Marian did not let his hand go, their fingers staying entwined. What would have happened had she not acted? Would he have lost the fight and his life? It did not sit well in her mind that she could have lost him.
"You used to always say that about me," she said with a grin, childhood memories filling her mind.
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 8, 2009 2:40:11 GMT 1
"Say what? That you were ferocious?" Robin returned her grin, laughter in his voice. "That's because you were. And it was usually directed at me."
He put his hand up to his face again, rolling his eyes. "Why did he have to go for the face? It's always the face. So unoriginal."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 8, 2009 2:49:31 GMT 1
"Well you always deserved it," she said with a nod and cheeky smile.
She laughed when his hand went to his face, complaining about it being the place to be hit. She reached up with her free hand, brushing her fingers across his cheek.
"You'll still be pretty, don't worry."
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