Draconians turn to stone, magic resistant, killed by Caramon

“Don’t stab them!” Raistlin warned swiftly. “They’ll turn to stone. They’re not clerics. They are some sort of reptile man. That is the reason for the robes and hoods.”
Though different as light and shadow, the twins fought well as a team. They exchanged few words during battle, their thoughts merging faster than tongues could translate. Caramon dropped his sword and dagger and flexed his huge arm muscles. The creatures, seeing Caramon drop his weapons, charged forward.
…
“Ready,” he said to his brother.
“Ast tasark simiralan krynawi,” said Raistlin softly, and he threw a handful of sand into the air. The creatures stopped their wild rush, shook their heads groggily as magical sleep stole over them … but then blinked their eyes. Within moments, they had regained their senses and started forward again!
“Magic resistant!” Raistlin murmured in awe. But that brief interlude of near sleep was long enough for Caramon. Encircling their scrawny, reptilian necks with his huge hands, the warrior swept their heads together. The bodies tumbled to the ground—lifeless statues.

Excerpt From Dragons of Autumn Twilight, pg 154-155
Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman