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Episode 2x01 "Sisterhood" Part IV
Jul. 20th, 2008 09:14 pmIt does not take much effort to find the Nightwatchman again, blocked from escape by guards in the courtyard. Neither does it take much effort to lash out, to thrust and swing his sword towards the man.
It takes rather more effort to right himself after a particularly hard strike to the stomach is swiftly followed by another to his back and then the Nightwatchman is turning, running towards another doorway.
Breathing heavily now, Guy can only stare confused at this action - the man will come back and fight surely?
"He's creating a distraction!" The Sheriff's shout jolts Guy into movement again and there he is following...only to lose him as he leaps from a tower to a nearby roof and out of the castle.
~*~
Arranging teams of soldiers to hunt out the Nightwatchman is done quickly - he can't get far from Nottingham with men at all the roads out of the town - but not quickly enough, it seemed to be a part of whatever had taken place within the castle.
Guy found the Sheriff crouched over the lifeless body of his sister in the meeting chamber.
"I want him dead. Gisborne, whatever it takes... I want him dead."
He swallowed. Seeing Vasey like this... it wasn't right. It wasn't the way things were. It made Guy uncomfortable.
Uneasy.
He would do what the Sheriff ordered. He would find Hood and execute him. There was a familiarity and security in that task.
Guy left as swiftly as he could to see what the search teams could tell him.
~*~
"Hood, you left without saying goodbye." This? This felt good. This felt right.
His men stepped out of their hiding places, bows drawn and surrounded the outlaw.
This felt satisfying. Guy nodded towards his men.
"Take aim."
Hood looked about. He would not find the Nightwatchman here to save him. That particular thorn seemed to have vanished completely from Nottingham for the time being.
"What? No more public humiliation Gisborne?"
Now that was funny, in a way. Why should Hood care?
"No more beating or berating, aye?"
Guy grew a little more serious. It didn't dampen the good feeling he had about Locksley being surrounded.
"The Sheriff doesn't want to say goodbye either. He just wants you dead now." Now that... that threw Hood off. Even better. "See you on the dark side. Shoot him!"
Guy turned, only to halt mid-turn, but a wailed and the thud of running feet. That fool of a servant. He drew his sword and moved forward to attack...
...but Hood's outlaws were everywhere. His men were falling all about the place.
"GUARDS!"
There was a tap on his shoulder and Guy turned to the short woman behind him.
"What?" She threw dust...no something other than dust into his eyes. "Aaargh!"
The pain was incredible. Hood was saying something, but Guy was only listening enough to swing his blade in the direction of the voice - hoping to at least nick him if he would not be killed.
He felt a kick against his hip, which made him stumble into a door...and though to...
It takes rather more effort to right himself after a particularly hard strike to the stomach is swiftly followed by another to his back and then the Nightwatchman is turning, running towards another doorway.
Breathing heavily now, Guy can only stare confused at this action - the man will come back and fight surely?
"He's creating a distraction!" The Sheriff's shout jolts Guy into movement again and there he is following...only to lose him as he leaps from a tower to a nearby roof and out of the castle.
Arranging teams of soldiers to hunt out the Nightwatchman is done quickly - he can't get far from Nottingham with men at all the roads out of the town - but not quickly enough, it seemed to be a part of whatever had taken place within the castle.
Guy found the Sheriff crouched over the lifeless body of his sister in the meeting chamber.
"I want him dead. Gisborne, whatever it takes... I want him dead."
He swallowed. Seeing Vasey like this... it wasn't right. It wasn't the way things were. It made Guy uncomfortable.
Uneasy.
He would do what the Sheriff ordered. He would find Hood and execute him. There was a familiarity and security in that task.
Guy left as swiftly as he could to see what the search teams could tell him.
"Hood, you left without saying goodbye." This? This felt good. This felt right.
His men stepped out of their hiding places, bows drawn and surrounded the outlaw.
This felt satisfying. Guy nodded towards his men.
"Take aim."
Hood looked about. He would not find the Nightwatchman here to save him. That particular thorn seemed to have vanished completely from Nottingham for the time being.
"What? No more public humiliation Gisborne?"
Now that was funny, in a way. Why should Hood care?
"No more beating or berating, aye?"
Guy grew a little more serious. It didn't dampen the good feeling he had about Locksley being surrounded.
"The Sheriff doesn't want to say goodbye either. He just wants you dead now." Now that... that threw Hood off. Even better. "See you on the dark side. Shoot him!"
Guy turned, only to halt mid-turn, but a wailed and the thud of running feet. That fool of a servant. He drew his sword and moved forward to attack...
...but Hood's outlaws were everywhere. His men were falling all about the place.
"GUARDS!"
There was a tap on his shoulder and Guy turned to the short woman behind him.
"What?" She threw dust...no something other than dust into his eyes. "Aaargh!"
The pain was incredible. Hood was saying something, but Guy was only listening enough to swing his blade in the direction of the voice - hoping to at least nick him if he would not be killed.
He felt a kick against his hip, which made him stumble into a door...and though to...