Arrival ~open~ VIII

[Kate Miller]

Kate walked as quickly as the added weight of Allan would allow on his sprained ankle. She knew her father would yell at her until he was blue, and then he mother would start. But she had to help Robin Hood. And the Scarlett's. As far as she was concerned the plan was get Allan and Luke in the house and shut the door and pretend like nothing was happening. She could do that. Just. Keeping Luke at bay was another thing altogether.

"Come on, we're in the way here," she heard Allan say to Luke as they had started to move off. They weren't in the way. They were in the wrong place t the wrong time. Which was soon to be rectified. "Lukey, let's just get inside, we can fight about this later!" she mumbled approaching her front door and shutting it as they all made it threw the door way.

Helping Allan over to the bed on the other side of the room proved easier than it had been over the green. Nothing got in their way.

"Here," she muttered lowering him down. "So who's the damsel that needs saving now," she said briefly smiling down at him before turning to Luke.

"He'll be okay you know." she offered in an attempt to comfort him. Reaching out her hand much like she had done earlier that day, and squeezed his arm. "I'm sure he's been in worse than this."

[robin]

Robin looked up at the girl, and smiled slightly, looking breifly at Djaq and turning to her. "Thank you. You've done more than enough I've been told. I'm sorry if this brings you any trouble. But thank you all the same," he nodded curtly before turning to look out of the window, over the common, firstly keeping an eye on the action. But his eyes wandered as he caught a glimspe of a fuming Marian across the Green.

H was for it when he untied her again. He would sleep tonight knowing that he had infact helped the people of Knighton, got the gang food, and been beaten up by his fiance. Again.

[guy]

(Terrible, but it's a response!)

“That it should only take one man to do ones dirty work instead of getting help"

The response was swift, and if they were being honest, Guy had to commend Robin for teaching this young protégé about the art of snide, yet honest quips. The noble sneered, eyebrow raising in mild interest as his attack was dodged. He hadn’t anticipated such quick reflexes, but perhaps that was a good thing. It kept him on his toes, adrenaline pumping through his veins in the way it did when he fought the original thorn in his side. A glimmer of movement caught his eye, (was that….Robin?!) but he couldn’t divert his attention, not until he had the boy safely in his custody. Or on a spike. Whichever came first really.

“Surely a man of for stature can do better then that"

What did height have to do with it? He had simply lunged in haste and missed his target. There wasn’t much to it, it was just a single fault that would soon be remedied. Gisborne advanced again, grip tightening upon his blade as he thrust it forwards once more, then again….and again. You had to understand, without proper motivation, he wouldn’t be using the best of his combat capabilities, but he was getting there. Starting off simply, and rapidly increasing the diverse and complex set of movements that would either miss or mangle. “You’re quick on your feet boy, that’s something to be said in your favour. But your loyalties? That’s an entirely different matter,”

He wouldn’t abandon Locksley. Guy knew that without even suggesting it, but there was something strangely familiar about the blacksmith. The passion for which he fought was admirable, albeit stupid, and as such could not be allowed to pass freely. But it was that determination (and disregard for authority!) that prompted Guy to decide not to murder the young Mr.Scarlett. He had an entirely different plan in mind…

[will]

All the dodging was starting to make the young outlaw slightly tired. Though he guessed Gisborne was also starting to feel the same effects he was. “You’re quick on your feet boy, that’s something to be said in your favor. But your loyalties? That’s an entirely different matter,” "My loyalties have something that your loyalties will never have" he said moving to his left to get a better angle for his next attack.

"Justice" lunging forward he caught Gisborne's sword in his long axe. Giving his axe a small twist Gisborne's sword was ripped out of Guy's hand's and fell to the dirt covered ground. Leaving the noble unarmed but question was how was Will gonna get out of this even with Guy unarmed. All his escapes route were blocked off. Suddenly he wished he had thought this planover little more before actually doing it.

[Anni]

As Djaq was following the rest of the gang to the Miller's home, she saw Guy approach and suddenly start fighting with Will. She knew Allan was too weak to fight with his ankle, and Will would kill them if they let Luke get involved. That left Robin and and her since the Miller girl couldn't fight, she had a family to take care of.

"Come one Robin, we have to help him!" she exclaimed, unsheathing her sword. She looked to him, waiting for him to run with her. Sure they were outnumbered, but they had to help him. He was Will.

[Allan A Dale]

Allan grinned weakly at Kate in thanks and tried to relax. That took more out of him than it should have, but perhaps it was just because he was near a pretty girl. Or that he'd realised the boy was Will's brother, and understood what Will was doing now. He had to protect his family, it was all he had left.

"Guess I owe you a rescue, my lady," he quipped right back, attention focused on the younger Scarlett boy as Kate tried to calm him down. In some ways, yeah, he'd been in worse than this - he'd been in worse than this when he'd tried to kill Vaysey; he'd been worse than this when he ended up in the Holy Lands. But there was the element that this distraction wouldn't be enough to stop Guy and Vaysey realising that yes, the other outlaws WERE still here.

To say he was a bit worried would be an understatement.

[Luke Scarlett]

As soon as Allan released his arm Luke ran to the window, peering out in a desperate attempt to catch a glimpse of his brother. If he could only see that Will was alive and still fighting, so he knew that they still had a chance to rescue him! But it was no use, there were guards in the way and all he could see were a few flashes of movement, nothing that eased his worry.

Letting out a frustrated grunt, Luke spun from the window and began to pace frantically. However he came to a halt after only a few steps as the room wasn't exactly large and there were already five of them crowded into the space. Kate put a hand on his arm, trying to reassure him, but Luke shrugged off the touch.

"He won't be okay!" He shouted, anger boiling over. "He's outnumbered and fighting on his own!" Luke's fists were clenched so hard at his sides his knuckles had gone white. He glared at Kate and the other outlaws, daring them to try and tell him he was wrong.

He sat down abruptly in a chair, the anger was already fading and he was starting to feel guilty about shouting at Kate. What did he really know about mounting a rescue? But, at the sound of a weapon being unsheathed he looked up. Djaq had her sword out and was asking Robin to help. Finally they were going to do something!

"I'm coming!" He insisted, rising from his chair once more.

[guy]

(Brief godmoding done after much discussion with Ash <3)

"My loyalties have something that your loyalties will never have….Justice"

If he’d been within smacking distance, that kind of talk would’ve warranted one. It was just so painfully cliché that he wanted to abandon the idea of non violent protest and draw some blood. Robin had taught William here, a lot about fighting and surviving, he’d give him credit for that, but at no point should he have started giving them lectures on how to argue the case of morals against people of greater social standing. And for the record, Guy did have loyalties with a just purpose, they just happened to be suppressed and hidden away in a steel tight box.

Gisborne merely grunted in response, a string of obscenities escaping his lips as his sword was knocked from his hand. None of his attacks had even made contact, let alone done damage. Either he was losing his touch, or this boy was better than he’d given him credit for. And seeing as how the former was impossible, it had to be the latter. Sneering, the leather clad noble tilted his head before leaning forwards, a brief pause of undecided purpose was given before he charged. He didn’t need weapons to make his point known. He’d brawled with Robin before, and he could damn well brawl with another Outlaw too!

Or not.

In the brief distraction and adrenaline filled moment, Guy had signalled one of the guards in a rather crude two fingered salute, so while Will was kept occupied with thoughts of fighting with the noble, it was easy for said guard to sneak up behind him and….

THWACK!

Knock some sense into him. A gloved fist had collided with his head, sending the outlaw into a deep slumber of unconsciousness. It wasn’t particularly fair, or indeed as rewarding as it should’ve been. But sometimes you have to bend the rules to get a job done. “Let’s see justice get you out of that one then!” Retorted Guy as he watched two more guards advance to pick up the fallen man. Soon he’d be back at the castle, and soon he’d have his answers.

So with a quick glance around the village (he could’ve sworn there were more outlaws there!), the dark knight mounted his horse and rode off back towards the castle, leaving a very tense, and very disturbing chill in the air.

[will]

One minute you have the upper hand the next you don't. Will should of guessed just because Guy was unarmed didn't mean he was gonna be able to walk away freely. Feeling the hit come from behind his vision turned from being normal to tunnel like vision. He dropped to his knee's feeling like he couldn't hold himself up. Seconds past before blackness took over the young outlaw's vision making the world do a small spin before he collapsed to the ground in heap near Guy's feet.

Some where in Will's conscious before letting it slip he knew that getting himself caught was better then letting the others get caught. He had been through the Nottingham Castle dungeon's before. Though Luke was there with him before he was glad that Luke wasn't with him now. Will knew he was going to feel the wrath of Guy once they made it to Nottingham. As if now his unconsciousness was more a blessing then it was a curse.

(*woots*)

[Allan A Dale]

"Sit down and shut up!" Allan snapped at the lad, his despair at feeling useless getting the better of him. Realising he shouldn't snap, he brushed a hand through his hair and shrugged. The kid just didn't get it; he hadn't been around, he didn't know what his brother was capable of.

"Sorry."

He looked at Robin and Djaq, deep in discussion between themselves; probably coming up with a plan, he thought, and he was glad for it. The quicker they got Will out of there, the better, and the faster Luke got it into his head that, for the moment, he was of no help, then they'd be set.

"The thing is, Luke," Allan said, trying to sound kinder than previously, trying to adopt a brotherly tone but worried he would mess up - he and Tom tended to talk to one another in more sarcastic ways, and he hoped it hadn't stuck. "Will is a good strong bloke, and he's gone out there and distracted Gisborne to make sure you were safe. Now, he'd kill us... Well, no, he'd probably kill me because he didn't know Robin was around and..." he trailed off for a moment. He wasn't going there right now.

"My point is you have to choose your battles, alright? You go out there now, you'll get your arse handed to you on a pike. If you hold tight, watch if you really feel the need, and let someone with a bit more experience deal with it, we can help Will out faster and less risk to Will."

Realising he may have insinuated that Luke was useless, he tried to fix it. "Not saying you're a lousy fighter or bloke - I've not seen you fight - but it's gotta be at least 20 to 1 out there, and if you were out there Will would feel the need to look after you and wouldn't watch his own back."

Then, a bit quieter, he asked "How's it going out there anyway? Can you see anything?"

[Kate Miller]

(OOC - Slightly god-modding myself.. but I give myself permission!)

Kate turned to look at Allan through his speech, and smiled down at him slightly as he tried to talk Luke round. She had to admit he was right. Luke couldn't go out there and fight that many guards, even if it was to help his brother. His brother did it to keep him safe.

Once he'd finished she turned her attention momentarily to Luke before looking past him and out of the window. She saw Guy advance on Will some more (and vice versa). And not long after Guy hit him, sending Will flying to the floor. She winced, and a sharp intake of breath entered her lungs.

"Not good," she mumbled before turning to Robin, who had turned to Djaq trying to calm her. "Robin, he'd down, the guards are taking him away."

Next thing she kenw she had turned to Luke, her eyes sad, "I'm sorry,"

[robin]

"Allan has a point, we go out there - we're dead men." he turned to Djaq and catch her by the arms, trying to stop her from going anywhere. He gave her a sterm look before slowly reoving the sword from her hand, "You go out there and you risk his life even more. He'll be doing this for you, and Luke, so just let him."

"I'd do the same for Marian." he said after a pause. After which Kate turned to him, after she spoke he too looked out of the window to see what it was that was going on. He soon saw two hefty guards lugging Will along. Out cold.

"Okay, we wait for the guards to go. We may be here a while. But they'll we're here and we have to wait for them to dispatch a little. They'll keep Will alive. They know we'll go and get him. So we can't go in without a plan." As much as he hated to admit it, with a man down, a man hostage and two others off hunting non-the-wiser, it was going to be difficult.

[Luke Scarlett]

Luke was slightly startled when Allan told him to shut up, sure he was used to people telling him what to do, but they weren't usually so... mean about it! Allan apologised and softened slightly explaining that Will had done it to keep him safe. This only made Luke feel even worse, he was a burden to his brother and it was his fault Will had to go out there and fight alone. He could feel tears welling in his eyes again and he blinked them back, he couldn't have everyone thinking he was any more of a liability. Clearly Allan already thought he was useless.

He was distracted from wallowing in self pity by Kate announcing that Will was being dragged off by the guards. "What?" He asked, and dashed over to the window to try and see what was going on. "We have to get him back!" He said determined and completely forgetting the telling off and advice Allan had just given him. Luke turned to head for the door, but before he got more than two steps Allan grabbed his wrist.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" Luke was furious, why was Allan trying to stop him? He twisted in the man's grip and kicked him in the shin as hard as he could. If they didn't get out their right now Will would be dragged off to the dungeons! While he was struggling to get free of Allan's grasp Robin was saying something, but Luke was too enraged to listen. These outlaws clearly didn't care for his brother if they were going to let him get captured.

[Anni]

Djaq knew it wasn't the right time for pouting as Will's life was in danger, but she did give Robin a disappointed, hurt, and angry glare. "What will we do then?" she asked, expecting him to tell at the moment. She couldn't let Will die, and though Robin had a point that they wouldn't kill Will, they could hurt him. She then turned to Allan.

"I suppose I should look at that ankle now, or you will be useless," she said, anger mainly dominating her tone, though her was a hint of kindness and affection. She did feel for Allan injuring himself, but she was rather distracted with what just happened.

[Allan A Dale]

He didn't listen to a single thing I said! Allan was utterly gobsmacked and more than a little angry that his words had clearly left no impact on the younger Scarlett lad. Was there some kind of heavenly rule that declared no Scarlett would ever heed the words of an A Dale? He hoped it wouldn't be that way.

Much to his chargrin, he had to stand back up to once again apprehend the youth, but this time he got kicked for his efforts. He let go of Luke and limped back to the bed. That boy could kick! If his shin didn't bruise badly from that, it was a miracle. He was just thankful it wasn't his bad leg, he guessed - then it could have been a lot worse.

"Bloody hell, Robin, maybe you should let him out. One kick like that to the guard's an' they'll be hopping like frogs," he chuckled slightly, rubbing at his shin and feeling ever so slightly deflated that a kid had one upped him.

Today was a really bad day. He should have stayed asleep. He idly wondered who he could blame for the day, and convienently forgot that he'd said he wanted to get some clothes.