“Let these two go, Guy of Gisborn. I will fight you, even beaten as I am."
Gisborn's sneer returned. "Pretty Robin, are your feathers broken?"
"Just give me a weapon -- "
"No. You're gallows meat, Robin Hood." Drawing his sword, crouching and inching his feet through the dungeon's dirty straw, Guy of Gisborn advanced on Ro.
She knew she had to kill him. To save herself. To save Robin. . . .