The Universe's Mixer

Nick opened his eyes slowly. Was he dead? Was this the afterlife, at last?

( He looked around in confusion. )

Robin leapt down from the tree branch atop the horse-drawn wagon carrying the Sheriff's most recent tax collections. The two wagon guards momentarily lost control of the reins as Robin whacked them upside the back of their heads with his bow. The one guard reached down to grab the reins, redirecting the horses back onto the the dusty trail towards Nottingham. The other climbed onto the back of the wagon, throwing punches without aim.

"I believe you have something that belongs to the people of Nottingham!" Robin cried out as he kicked the punching guard off the wagon.

It was a game to him. A tag between himself and the dishonorable Sheriff that pillaged and plundered the few pennies the poor people of the outlying villages had to their names. A game that Robin had no doubt he would win, provided the Sheriff continued to employ such thick-skulled twits to do his bidding.
( A trail of gold coins left in his wake. )