1-14 (Bad)

You try to overpower the spiders with sheer battle spirit, but they easily avoid the blade of your axe and the flame of your torch, surrounding you in the process.

The spiders shoot strings of web, binding your arms to your body, rendering you immobile as your axe and torch drop to the ground.

"Looks like guts is the only thing this little warrior can muster" the drow snickers, "well maybe if you can't amaze them, you can at least amuse the spectators in the arena with your pathetic flailings, once I've sold you to the Battlemaster."

You turn red beet and look to the others for help, but they too have already been defeated.

The woman places a purple ballgag in your mouth, and fastens it around your head with black leather straps, then she strips you down to your underpants, discards your mundane weaponry, binds your hands with spider silk, and leads your down into the Underdark.