It was true he wore his heart on his sleeve, but he didn't think of it as a weakness until now. Until this woman was laughing in his face. He'd never met anyone like her before, even the Sheriff's cruel words hadn't cut him as hers had. He kept his eyes on her at all times with that weapon pointed in his direction. "I am capable." He hissed through his teeth and gripped at the sword hilt a little tighter. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing his anger. His confusion rising back to the surface.
"Google it wench." He seethed as he fished for the dagger in his pocket and hurled it at her with an impressive speed. His aim was actually pretty accurate thanks to Robin teaching him since they were kids. The burning bush nearby cast a glow on his face that made him turn from it. The heat was warm but he wanted nothing to do with it. The rain continued and Much only watched her ascend numbly.
The backpack he'd brought from home dropping to the soaked grass. The wood was ruined anyway. He wasn't that young. She was just ancient.