Robin and Arthur were locked in a fierce battle. The hand of the fair Princess was the prize, and only the winner could truly consider themselves worthy of her. Or at least, that was how the game went. The little wooden swords Guy had made them made their game even more fun, and Robin felt just like the Knight Arthur had said he could be. Even if he thought he could have been one anyway.
Their battle was distracted when a girl entered the clearing they were fighting in, and Robin looked at her oddly as she cartwheeled across the clearing. She was funny.