"Merlin's your servant?" Robin asked in surprise. "That was in none of the stories I was told." It was strange to think of someone Robin knew of as a great and powerful wizard, in that role.
"Everything we do is a choice, or so a very wise woman once told me," not that he'd let Marian here him describing her that way. "But that does not mean those choices are always easy, or clear."
It was a good fight, and though they differed slightly in their styles, they were, for the most part, fairly evenly matched. It felt great to feel the adrenaline that only came with a good fight, the exhilaration of it, the burn in his muscles. Even when it came to an end, with Arthur taking the match, Robin had a grin on his face as he bent to retrieve his sword. "Nice move," he acknowledged his new found opponent.