She'd rushed forward at the crack, without a word to Marian, leaving her behind. Not that it was going to stay that way, mind. Marian had never countenanced being left behind, not by Robin and certainly not by Heather. Still, though Heather went sliding across the grass, Marian stayed on her feet, bewildered eyes studying the scene unfolding as she strode towards the group.
The only way she'd known what the shotgun clenched in Heather's hand was was because she'd asked. Guy had no idea and, though she relished the thought of him finally getting his comeuppance, from the way he was smirking, he had no idea about what a gun was capable of.
Dagger clenched tightly in her fist, Marian stooped in a fluid motion, picking up the discarded crowbar as well before coming to a stop on the other side of Robin. The man didn't know when he was beaten. Either of them.
"Yes, you've both proved how manly you are," Marian informed them dryly. "But I think that's enough for today." No one needed to be killed.