Shit. Shit. Shit. Chances of fighting his way out. Next to 0. Obviously the dummy with the shield wasn't going to move for anything and Eldarin couldn't brute force his way through. His trick against the previous group of bandits wouldn't work here, no one was in immediate range for starters, plus there were more of them. Firebombs? Not enough time to use them effectively and they wouldn't make shield guy move either, the burning would take too long to get rid of the shield. His bow was useless. Damit. Did he think they'd be content with all his belongings? He'd be totally at their mercy and he doubted they had much of that. If they for some reason spared him he could backtrack, grab the catalyst and the axe. Giveup, flee, fight, all his options were looking very grim. Which one to choose? Giving up left him totally at their mercy which was practically unbearable. But he was already more or less at their mercy. They could kill him fairly easily at this point, surely if they also wanted his life they would've already fired? He would just have to go along with it until let down their guard or... Well best not to think of the 'or'. Eldarin sighed. [b]"Fine. I'm clearly outmatched."[/b] With that said Eldarin dropped his sword and shield to the ground and slowly began unloading himself of his possessions. His gold, his bow, his arrows, his firebombs, everything save for his armor, though he made sure to put the cluster of firebombs at his feet, so he could possibly kick them at his opponents if such an opportunity presented itself. Damit.