A man is walking his dog when he is accosted by a group of armed men. Turns out they are the knights of the round table. Their magical artifact was stolen. It's up to the man and his dog to get it back.

A man is walking his dog when he is accosted by a group of armed men. Turns out they are the knights of the round table. Their magical artifact was stolen. It's up to the man and his dog to get it back. “Oh great, now you’re talking to the dog?” The woman said, glaring at him from the passenger seat. “Hey, he’s a good listener.” He replied, scratching the golden retriever behind the ears. He had adopted him from the pound almost a year ago, and he hadn’t named him at all until recently. Turns out the dog really liked the name of Verdun. “Yeah, well, he’s not going to get you a date anytime soon.” She said with a smirk, before getting out of the car and walking into the house. He sighed and got out with Verdun. The man had met the woman on a blind date he went on, and it had gone terribly at first. He had the brilliant idea of bringing his dog, and it had almost blown the date. Apparently she wasn’t an animal person. Thankfully, the dog had been well behaved, and she had ended up going out with him multiple times since. Apparently she wasn’t the best judge of character. “Maybe I should take him more often.” He thought sarcastically. He went inside, dropped the keys on the table and began unhooking the dogs leash from his collar. Verdun wagged happily and ran outside into the yard. The man smiled before turning and walking into the kitchen. The girl was sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone. “Want to go out for dinner?” He asked. “Where?” She replied, her eyes never straying from the screen. “Uh, I dunno. What kind of food do you want?” “Surprise me.” He smiled and pulled out his phone. “Alright, I’m going to pick you up at 8pm. Don’t be late.” She smiled and laughed, slipping on her shoes. “I’ll be ready.” “Oh, good.” “Hey, can I ask you something?” “Sure.” “You aren’t still a virgin, are you?” She asked, looking at him with a deadly serious stare. He smiled and chuckled. “Of course not.” She smiled. “Good, now let me go get ready.” “Alright, see you soon.” He said with a smile. She slipped out the door and he followed her into it, so he could lock it. “Looks like it’s just you and me, buddy.” He said to the dog, who gave a happy bark and ran off around the corner towards the side of the house. He chuckled and closed the door, the smile on his face faltering for a moment as he looked around the street. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but something felt off. He shrugged it off and walked down the path towards the sidewalk. Verdun was sitting in the grass, looking back at him. He whistled and the dog trotted over, slipping onto his leash when the man hooked it onto the collar. “Almost time for you to retire old boy.” He said, scratching the dogs fur. The dog gave a contented sigh and walked alongside him as he headed down the street. He whistled and Verdun stayed close as they walked down the street. The sun was setting, casting long shadows down the road. “Ready for dinner, boy?” He asked. The dogs ears perked up at that, and he looked at the man with happy eyes. The man chuckled and smiled. “We’re almost there.” He promised. They walked until they came to a small park, which was the turning point for their walk. Verdun was so caught up in sniffing a tree that he almost didn’t notice the group of men that stepped in front of him. “Excuse me.” One of them said menacingly, as he drew his sword and pointed it at the man. He gulped and took a step back, almost tripping over his dog as he did so. “Uh, sorry, sorry. I didn’t see you there.” The point of the sword drew closer, and the man could see his reflection staring back at him dangerously. “What are you doing with the dog?” The knight growled. “Uh, I’m walking him. Why?” The knight thought about this for a moment, his face screwing up in confusion. “What are you? You’re clearly not a serf, and yet, you walk a dogs. Are you of noble blood?” “What? No, of course not.” The knight looked at him sceptically. He glanced down at Verdun, who was growling menacingly. “You’re about to get yourself killed.” He said. “No, no, no, no, no.” The man said, placing a hand on the dogs head. The dog stopped growling, but stayed frozen in attack position. “I don’t think you’re in any position to be threatening me.” The man said. The knight raised an eyebrow. “How so?” “Well, you’re in my territory, armed to the teeth. The moment you threaten me, I’m calling the police.” “Policie?” The knight asked, clearly confused. “Uh, you know. The people who enforces laws.” The knight chuckled, before drawing his sword. “Hey! Hey! You! You can’t just walk around with a sword. It’s illegal for crying out loud.” The man said, taking another step back. The knight took a step forward, his sword still pointed at the man. “I’ll have you know, I am Sir Reginald, a knight of the round table. You will show my sword the respect it deserves.” “Round table?” The man repeated. “You mean King Arthur?” “Yes.” The knight took another step closer, and the man turned to run, but tripped over his dog and fell to the ground. Verdun let out a loud bark and charged forward. He bit down on the knight's leg and tugged and pulled. The knight let out a loud yell as he fell to the ground. The man scrambled to his feet and took off at a dead sprint. He didn’t look back until he turned the corner onto his street. He slowed to a stop and turned around, and when he did, he dropped to the ground in shock. Behind him, charging down the street, was a host of knights. There had to be close to fifty of them, and they were all armed to the teeth. The road was empty except for them, and they charged straight for the man. “Your a fucking asshole Sir Reginald.” He said, before taking off into a dead sprint once again. He didn’t stop running until he got to his house, where he slammed and locked the door. He stepped back from it and collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily. “What the fuck just happened.” He said to himself. He looked up, and the girl was standing over him. “What the fuck just happened to you?” “Uh, nothing.” “Well, you answers questions from now on.” She said, pulling him to his feet. He stumbled a little as she pulled him up. “Knights. There were knights.” Her face screwed up in confusion. “What?” “There were knights. Fifty of them. I think they’re going to break down the door.” “Okay, well, let’s go call the police.” “They don’t know what the police are.” She stopped and turned around. “What do you mean?” “They said they were the knights of the round table.” She let out a laugh. “Your joking right?” He shook his head. “No, I’m not.” She froze for a moment before letting out a sigh. “I’m going to go grab my mace. I’ll be right back.” “Wait! Don’t go upstairs. The door won’t hold them.” “Oh, it’s not for the knights. It’s for you.” She turned and walked away. “Hey! Hey, come back.” She ignored him and he charged after her. He stepped into the room just as she was closing the door, and he slipped inside just before it closed. She turned around, a small canister of mace in her hand. “What do you think you’re doing?” “I don’t like weapons.” He said. “Well then you’re in the wrong place.” She raised the mace and sprayed it into the man's eyes. He let out a loud yell as his eyes began to water. He stumbled around, tripping over the bed and landing on the floor. The woman cursed and tried to help him up, but he still couldn’t see. “What the fuck did I do?” He yelled, his eyes streaming with water. “Nothing! Turn around and let me wash it out.” He spun around, still stumbling. The woman caught him and pushed him into the bathroom, turning on the shower. “Get in.” He stumbled forward, still trying to wipe the mace from his eyes. He tripped over the lip of the bathtub and landed in the water with a thud. The water enveloped him, and the coolness began to wash the mace out of his eyes. “Why would you mace me?” He yelled, still trying to see out of his watering eyes. “Because your acting very strange!” He wiped the water out of his eyes and glared at the woman. “I’m acting strange? I saw knights! Fifty fucking knights! They were armed to the teeth, and they were charging towards me.” “Well maybe if you would have explained that to me, I wouldn’t have thought you were crazy.” He let out a sigh and lay in

A man is walking his dog when he is accosted by a group of armed men. Turns out they are the knights of the round table. Their magical artifact was stolen. It's up to the man and his dog to get it back.

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