Varian and Mike continued to walk through the forest. They stopped in the middle of the forest, when the king came to a highly educated guess at the situation, to which he worded in a uniquely regal manor. "We're lost." He yelled.
"Well we wouldn't be if someone didn't throw away the map." Mike growled. "Oh, I wonder who that was."
Varian turned to look at Mike. He gripped the handle of the sword. "Say another word and it will be the last one you ever say." Mike gulped. Just then, they heard some time of scuffle nearby. They walked towards it. They came across a small stream, with an equally small bridge leading over it. There, in the middle of the clearing were two men sparing. One was a knight, adorned in red armor. The other wore black leather clothes. He was quite tall and menacing. He was wearing black sunglasses. The red knight took a swing at the man, who easily blocked it. The red knight then swung from the side of the man, forcing him to jump back. The knight then raised his sword and gave out a yell. The man threw his sword, piercing into the knight's visor. The man then went over and took the sword. Varian clapped. "Good work sir knight. You are indeed a formidable force. Would be so kind as to join my round table." The man remained silent. "Do you hear me? I am asking you a question." The man remained silent. Varian grew irritated with the man. "Very well then. If you will not join me we will be off, but don't come crying to me for favors." Varian took a step forward.
"None shall pass." The man said, in his deep voice.
"What." Varian said. "I am Varian, king of the Brits, I am not told what to do. Now move aside."
"Then you will die." The man said.
Mike went in front of the king. "Let me handle this." He walked up to the man. "Well, I see we have come to a mutual misunderstanding." He pulled out a gold piece. "Why don't we just make this whole thing disappear?" The man pulled out a strange weapon and shot the coin out of his hands. Mike looked at his empty hand and back to the weapon. "Or maybe not." Mike hurried behind the king.
"Wait, that's a pistol." Varian said, pointing to the weapon. "You can't get pistols. This is the Middle Ages you idiot. Didn't you read the script?"
"I am a Terminator, sent from the future." The Terminator said. "Your rules are obsolete."
Mike pulled out the movie rule book. He flipped a few pages, until he came to the one he needed. "You can't do that. It says right here, no one is above the rules." The Terminator shot the book out from his hands.
"Oh, so you're a rule breaker, huh." Varian said, pulling out his swords. "No one breaks the rules in my kingdom." He shrugged. "Well, maybe the rules of cruelty to those you govern, but not those of the movie. That's just sick." He regained his posture and charged at the Terminator. The Terminator blocked the first few blows with its sword, before Varian cut off his right arm. "Ah, ha, I have bested you."
"It's only a scratch." The Terminator said. "I've had worse."
"A scratch." Varian said. "I cut off your bloody arm." Varian paused for a moment. "Okay. Not bleeding exactly, as you are a robot, but still." The Terminator swung at him. Varian easily blocked and took off his other arm. "Now, you are really bested."
"I can kick you to death." The Terminator said. He tried to kick him. "Come on."
Varian sighed and then cut off his leg. "Are you done?" He said afterwards.
The Terminator continued to hop. "I was sent from the future to destroy all life. This is only a minor setback."
"Okay, this is just ridiculous." Varian said. He cut off the Terminator's other leg. He started to walk away, when the Terminator came and bit him in the leg. "You just bit me." Varian said, pulling his legs away from the Terminator.
"I am the Terminator." The robot said. "No human can best me."
"Oh, shut up." Varian said, before cutting off the Terminator's head. Varian paused for a moment, looking about. He coughed. "I found that rather strange, don't you?"
Mike nodded. "Yes, rather strange." The two continued off.