"It ends here!" Ky lunged forward, wings spread wide and spear pointed towards Robin's torso. The white haired man managed to get his sword up just in time to deflect the blow, but the excessive force of the spear sent the sword and its wielder flying backwards.
"No, not here." Robin murmured to himself. "I've promised..."
Then suddenly, Flamestrike was in his hand. Had he gripped it without realizing it, or the sword has flew towards his hand, encouraging him to go on?
He may never know, but Robin Silkwood, is not going down without a fight.