Looking up at the twenty or so barbed pointed arrows pointed at them, and the surrounding spear men. Christine lowered her head and said softly. "We really don't stand the faintest chance guy." Carefully she unbuckled her components belt and tossed it on to the ground.
"I guess she's right." Brian admitted, tossing his bow quiver and sword belt onto the ground as well.
"I don't like it!" Mike snarled, but tossed his bow & arrows as well as his great two handed sword onto the pile. The half Orc's moved in quickly binding they're hands and feet and hobbling Mike's eqiune legs. An old Orc shaman stepped forwards casting a vile sounding incantation. It took a couple of tries because of the dragon's natural magic resistance, but finally Joe shrank and morphed into human form. Becoming just another prisioner of the Orc clamsmen...