A/N: hey, it's not 100 words but still counts as a drabble, I think. And doesn't quite make sense and where's Merlin but-well it made me smile.
Arthur held his sword out threateningly, back to back with Gwaine, Leon, Percival, and Elyan. Where's Merlin? He thought automatically as the circle of five sorcerers tightened. The leader raised his hand. This is it, Arthur thought. The sorcerer's eyes glowed.
And Gwaine screamed.
"My hair!"
Arthur turned to see his loyal knight running off into the forest, hair bright pink. He turned back to the sorcerers with dropped jaw.
They didn't seem fazed in the least. One incanted something and Elyan yelped. "Wedgie!" he screeched, fleeing into the woods.
With a word, the third sorcerer sent Percival into the trees, sobbing like a baby—because he was.
The fourth sorcerer pointed a finger at Arthur and Leon, who by this time had begun to fear for his dignity. He placed himself in front of his king and raised his chin defiantly. His pants dropped along with his proud face and he scrabbled back in the bushes.
Arthur's sword had drooped.
"What on earth is going on?"
The fifth sorcerer lowered his hand. "The curse of the Non-Lethal Magic," he explained matter-of-factly.
"The what?" Arthur repeated.
The first sorcerer frowned. "We were cursed long ago. We cannot use deadly magic."
The fifth shrugged. "We make do."
And suddenly Arthur found himself wearing a dress.