Standing firm and resolute, Robin steeled his nerves and prepared himself for the glorious and valiant death that he'd always dreamed of. A passing that would have songs sung about it, poems written about it, and tales told about it. Then, as the centuries past, his exploits would become the stuff of legend, a myth that would inspire and give heart to all those who heard it. Aeons from now men would sit around campfires with their sons who would sit and listen in wonder as to the deeds of this great hero from years gone by. If he was lucky there may even be a pamphlet.
(The heroic song was quite common in those days of yore meaning that most who died had some sort of rhyme or ditty ascribed to their demise no matter what the manner of their passing. No one knows why it happened, it just s
