A great sword and sorcery epic at RenFaire.
The evil ones were led by stereotypical jock types from my community studies course at UCSC. My sword was taken early on, so we snuck into their camp at night to recover it. However, we somehow managed to awaken the enemy leader, threw a knife into my chest while I was trying to hide. I was an easy target because I couldn't see anything; there was a veil over my face.
Fortunately, I was wearing Kevlar body armor and that stopped the knife from killing me, so I feigned death and they ignored me. I hid. Then, full war breaks out between their forces and ours, and it takes place mostly right there in the camp. And I'm still weaponless.
My mom was in one of the tents, doing sewing work for the Faire (she was not associated with the good and evil war at all). She refused to let me borrow one of her weapons, even her little bodice knife. Then the enemy jock leader comes into the tent and we have a grudgingly-respectful chat about strategy. It was clear he didn't know where my sword was anymore.
I'll never know who won the titanic struggle.