It was supposed to be a simple hunting trip.
But no. When you were with Arthur, nothing was simple. It was supposed to be his day off.
But no. The Prat wanted a hunting trip and he knew that every time the King and his Knights when outside Camelot's gates something or someone would attack them.
So here he was battling bandits with a stick. A stick.
Gwaine had already make up a running tally of how many times he had to resorted to this method of self-defiance but what could you do when all your friends thought you were a klutz.
They were the ones not letting him wield a sword. It was there fault.
They were winning the battle, too. Only one bandit was left. And if he had had a sword he could have prevented that scum ball from grabbing him and twisting his arm behind his back without the use of his magic.
Sadly, with all their eyes on him, he had to let himself be kidnapped. He would never be able to live this down.
So this is my first ever fanfiction! Hope you like it! Review and you might get a shout out later!