Robin Riddick: Chapter Two-Little Zeke

Robin Riddick and his Merry Goggle Headed Men trudged through Sherwood Forest trying to keep on schedule and rob Sir Twohy at 11:30 on his way to the royal accountants. Realizing that they were going to be late they decided to take what looked like a short cut over a small babbling brook (Which is saying a lot.) Upon arriving at the small bridge that passed over the brook, they were met by a tall bearded man holding a long wooden staff.

"Halt!" he bellowed at them. He had a thick Australian accent. "50 pence to cross!"

"Do you know who this is!", shouted Jack from behind the friar. "This is Robin...", but before Jack could finish Robin had stopped him.

"It’s alright Jack.", said Robin reassuringly. "Good sir, as we have no money how are we to pay your toll?" The man had to think about this. Perhaps they were the first to refuse his toll? Suddenly his face lit up, an idea had struck him. (Unfortunately for Robin and the Merry Men it hadn't struck him unconscious.)

"I'll fight ya for the right, mate. Find yourself a staff and we'll start." Robin ran back towards the trees and picked up a long fallen tree limb he'd seen. Cutting off what few branches were left with his Swiss Army Shiv, Robin ran back toward the bridge with his newly made staff.

"I see", said the man guarding the bridge. "That your staff is as long as mine." The Merry Men began to snicker and giggle at this, as the bearded man went a few shades red in the face.

"Shall we then.", said the man.

"Wait!" said Robin. "Don't you think we should stretch first? I mean I wouldn't want to pull anything.” The Bearded man thought this over and nodded in agreement. So after about ten minutes of limb loosening stretches and meditation, the fight began.

Jack cleared his throat and pulled out a bull horn (Remember No Party poopers!)

"In this corner, wearing green tights and weighing in at 250 pounds, Merry Men, your very own Robin!", The merry men all cheered.

"And in this corner, wearing red tights and weighing in at roughly 190 pounds, is..." Jack quickly ran over to the bearded man and asked his name.

"Right, is Sherwood Forests own Zeke." The Merry Men gave a very un-enthusiastic, “yay”. "Gentle Men, let the fight begin!" Jack ran off the bridge.

Zeke lunged first towards Robin, but Robin blocked. Robin swung for Zeke's head only to miss. Trying to un-steady Robin, Zeke tried tripping him, but Robin had seen it coming.

"So that’s the way you want to play, eh!" Robin Shouted.

On and on they fought. Exchanging blows of equal force, but neither one seemed to be able to knock the other off of the bridge. After about thirty minutes of this the Merry Men had become quite comfortable lounging on the banks of the brook, and were playing poker with Friar Imam. Even Jack, who had been giving blow-by-blow plays for the first half of the fight, was now resting comfortably in a large Oak tree.

"Robin the time!" cried Jack suddenly, almost falling out of his tree. "Finish him off. We have a schedule to keep you know, and I need hardly remind you that the Nottingham Market does not have a sale like this every day!" (Well, at least that’s what the flyer they got in the mail had said.)

Zeke saw that Robin was now off guard, so taking one large swipe with his staff he knocked Robin off balance, over the bridge railing, and into the water.

Letting out a long bellowing laugh (Almost like Robins), Zeke helped Robin out of the water. Jack scrambled to Robins side. "Are you alright Robin?", he asked breathlessly.

Suddenly it dawned on the giant Zeke "You wouldn’t happen to be Robin Riddick, would ya?"

"Yes", said Robin. "I am he. You've probably heard great things about me" A smug look came over Robins face. His ego had kicked in.

"Well I.." but Robin had cut Zeke off.

"Yes, I, Robin Riddick, Defender of the elderly, the sick, the poor. He who fights against all of Prince Johns wrong doing." Jack shook his head and rolled his eyes. This wasn't the first time Robin had started rambling his praises. Jack gave Robin a good swift kick in the ass to shut him up.

"Well," said Zeke, suppressing a laugh at what Jack had just done. "I am Zeke, but my friends all call me Little Zeke. I'd like to join your cause Robin. I've 'eard a great many things about you, mate." Robin was again going to start mouthing off, but Jack gave him a "Don't you Dare" sort of look, which made Robin flinch and move out of kicking distance.

"On behalf of myself and the Merry Goggle Headed Men, Welcome Little Zeke."




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