He had nearly made it to his residence. He couldn't call it home, because it was not his. It was where he slept. Where he plotted to be rid of this place. Where he dreamed of Marian. It was still difficult to comprehend that he had put an end to her life. There had been things that Marian had done in the past that merited his anger. But never before had he wanted to kill her.
Hood on the other hand. He would dance on his grave when he got the chance. The idea brought a curl to his lips. The shout, the unmistakable ire in the tone. He turned facing Robin. That curl to his lips still there. He put his hand down onto the hilt of his sword. "I've waited a long time to put an end to you." With one swift movement he hauled his blade from it's sheath.