Gazing into those deep brown eyes sheloved so much. "I had no choice Robin. If I didnít agree you all wouldhave been killed. Guy even painted a pretty good picture of how he woulddo it."
Snarling she rose to her feet her face a mask of fury.Robin for his part was breathing heavily from his efforts. They both staredat each other until a sinister laugh averted their attention.
Looking over to the source of the laughter they sawNevit. He had witness the exchange between the two and found it very entertaining.Striding over he placed himself next to Marion. Placing a possessive armaround her shoulders he addressed Robin. "I see she is going to requiremore practice. Itís bad form to let your victim slip away." Then givingthe outlaw a unconcerned but quizzical look he said. "Speaking of slippingaway-how did you manage to escape?"
"Iím full of surprises." Robin replied, arrogancethreading his tone.
He waited, bracing himself, till the assassin of theunderworld was almost on top of them. Then, as one unit, Tuck and the others
lifted Robin into the air. The outlaw somersaultedover their heads, and Gal's, and landed on his feet. Gal whirled aroundto face the mortal and in that instant, Robin stuck. As he felt the loveand faith of his friends flowing into him, Robin combined it with his ownstrength, love and faith, and put the force of those emotions behind hishit. As if in slow motion, the palm of Robin's right hand slammed intoGal's chest, directly over the creature's heart.
White light, and energy, crackled from robin's palmand burst into flame within Gal. He howled in agony then shook. A momentlater he exploded into a flash of bright light which showered sparks inthe air. Then he was gone. In that instant, Robin collapsed, his body goinglimp as if it had turned to liquid. It had been his lifeforce...his spiritand light...that had destroyed Gal, and there was little left to sustainhim. Marion and the others ran over to Robin, falling to their knees besidehim. "How is he?" Marion asked, as she watched Tuck examine Robin. "Notgood," the Friar replied. Robin was barely breathing. "Look!" Little Johnshouted. He pointed towards the waterfall and gazed in wonderment as theUnicorn appeared. Marion was stunned. "Beautiful," she whispered.
"No.." Robin protested, trying to pull his head back.But Jackquel's free hand was still tangled in his hair and she held himstill. Robin froze she was beautiful, and desirable, but he liked to bethe one in control in this kind of situation. So Robin raised his freehand to push her away. Only when he pressed agaisnt her shoulder he discovereda rock would be more easily moved. Jackquel never even flinched.
"What are you?" Robin challenged, for he could sensethat she was not mortal. Her beauty was surreal and her lips, like herskin, was icy-cold. Add to that the strength of ten men and he was prettysure that some kind of magic was afoot.
"Do not fear me, Robin," Jackquel beseeched him, evenas her fingers left his hair and glided over his face. She gripped hischin in her hand, forcing him to lock eyes with her. Then she smiled asthe fire in her gaze brightened and glowed. "Sleep sweetly, pretty one,"Jackquel whispered.