Nope

Hilda just stands there, blushing hard and helplessly paralyzed by her own crippling anxiety as the two thieves leap out from the bushes and tackle Hunk to the ground.

The thieves are dressed in rags, and both on the skinny side. Evidently life hasn't been treating them too well. The taller of the two is an orc or perhaps half-orc woman, about 6 foot, with emerald green skin, black braided hair, and adorable little tusks. The shorter one appears to be around 5' 5" with the slightly pointed ears of some who has some elven blood in their veins. She's got dirty blonde hair.

Hunk helplessly yelps and growls as the two women overpower him and pin him.

I... I need to help him!

Hilda reaches for her sword, only to realize the thieves already took it from her. She quickly scrambles around, looking for a rock or stick, or something she could use to fight them, but it's too late.

"Stop!" Snarls the orc. She's sitting on Hunk's chest, with her surprisingly plush butt pointed towards Hilda. "Or your pal here gets it!"

Hilda gasps in worry and then halts immediately, even putting her own hands up without asking.

"Good," the orc says. "Now go stand by one of these trees over there."

Hilda complies, not wanting to risk her crush getting hurt.

"Keep an eye on her, Bethie," the orc tells her comrade.

The blonde half-elf blinks. "Um, Karen? You weren't supposed to say my real name, remember? I was Susan and you were Roxie."

"Shit!" Karen the orc blurts out as her cheeks turn violet with embarrassment. "F-forget our names!" She growls to the two captured knights. "Y-you don't know us!"