There was a lot of rage inside of that little man, both of them, and Robin had been carrying it around ever since the Marian debacle. She wasn't going to get in between them, but it was nice to see someone come to her defense so vehemently. Much had a good few inches over Robin, but their leader what he lacked in strength or height he had in slickness. He was quite literally the human version of a fox, and he would slip out of danger when necessary. This was the first time in a long time she'd seen him take all that inner turmoil and throw it out at them so strongly. Let the old fox get it out, maybe that was exactly what he needed.
Robin clenched his fist tight as he stood just under Much. "Don't be a daft fool." There was a fire in his eyes, and he didn't wait for Much to land the first punch before he just shoved him.