Balnibar looks up from the knot he was working on. "It's possible, I suppose. If we could get it to charge into the net, that would be convenient, but difficult. A net probably won't hold it for long, but it might be grounded as a result. Then, it could charge into other items, like a pit..."
Balnibar stops to think for a moment. His hands wave in front of him, indicating the monster and modes of attack. He stops, and mutters, "I need a diagram." Clearing off a patch of dirt, he waves his hand, and a melon-sized model of a dragon appears, flapping its wings about six inches off the ground. "The first task is to place the net on it. It will have to fly into something it doesn't notice." He smirks. "We're small. We can slip under something really easily." Two tiny trees grow in the dirt, a net stretched between them. A miniscule stick figure calls out "Stinky Zombie!" in a soft, high pitched voice, and runs under the net, chased by the dragon. The dragon tears out of the net, but it remains stuck on the wings. Still running after the little man, they stop.
"Wait, the zombie will be slowed for a moment, giving us time to shoot him." Four more stick figures appear, with bows and arrows. "There's no fortification, and arrows don't work well. It's a pity we can't just throw rocks at it..." A tiny catapult appears, but then disappears. "No, there isn't time... Aha! Slings!" The four archers suddenly become four slingers. "That might help. But still, there's no fortification, walls will break easily." A barn appears, and the slingers take refuge in the barn. The dragon starts running after everyone, crashing into the barn. Balnibar suddenly gets more excited (is that even possible?) and cackles with glee, "Yes! No fortification whatsoever!" The barn crumbles as the dragon plows into it, dropping a bunch of stones hidden in its hayloft on it.
"Ha ha! Now that looks like a plan! Does anyone see any flaw with this?"