Will looked at Robin too, his expression still dark. He partly wanted Robin to overrule the sense-talkers, let them ride out and tell their enemy that they didn't take an attack on one of their own lying down. He glanced at John then, because John knew Robin's mind almost as well as Robin did, but John seemed to be waiting too. Then he looked to Marian, level-headed, sensible Marian, and felt the care in her face make his own fury subside. With a heavy sigh, he dropped his shoulders in defeat.
"I hate this," he muttered under his breath. "Fucking wank-for-brains Gisborne. I oughta break his fucking legs." He knocked back a gulp of wine, fully intending to get drunk if he couldn't crack skulls.