"Damn!", C'nutsakh swore when he turned the corner.
Elf quickly pushed his way forward, "I had better be getting my name!... What in the Nine Hells is that?"
As Barbarian stared in mute incomprehension, Wizard softly spoke, "They know we've been here. That means there'll be at least one PEF. If we break that Majick® seal, we'll have an immediate encounter with the Big Bad."
"Well, time to kick the doors and steal the whores!", exclaimed C'nutsakh as he pulled open the first door near the Majick® barrier. Inside, an orc was tutoring a goblin on the finer points of "interviewing a detainee".
"Say my name, Byotch!" shouted Wizard as the crackling energy of a Damage spell shot forth from his staff, striking the orc dead on the spot. Seeing his comrade slain in an instant by arcane energies, the goblin did something goblinish. He ran out the back door.
Right into The Crypt of Not Exactly Unmentionable, but We Prefer Not Bringing it up in Polite Company.
Elf raced into the in shouting, "Skeletons! Hold my Beer!"
Barbarian rushed forward alongside the pointy-eared adventurer, curses on his face and a snarl in his mouth. Or something like that. Doesn't actually matter, because as he raised his massive sword to cleave his undead foe, the mummy grabbed his Fabio-Like mane of flowing hair and smashed his head against the crypt in the center of the room. Interesting how even though barbarians don't display any use of their brains, removing them does indeed result in immediate death.
Elf slashed his rapier across the nearest skeleton, which fell in a heap. Unfortunately, as is all too often the case, the owner of this dungeon had stocked more than one skeleton. Can't blame the dungeon owner, skeletons are just so reasonably priced when purchased in bulk. The massive scythe wielded by the "Buy-One-Get-One" skeleton instantly decapitated the rather less economic Elf.
C'nutsakh simply swore under his breath as he approached the desiccated scion of unlife and the two became locked in combat. In a moment of genuine usefulness, Wizard successfully Dazzled the goblin before it could escape again.
As is so often the case with the undead, the mummy stood motionless long enough for what passes for the hero of this story to act with inspiration. C'nut noticed that the struggle of combat had caused the mummy's bandage to become unfastened in one location; with his free hand, the Redheaded-Son-of-a-Dwarf snatched the loose wrapping and pulled as fiercely as he could, simultaneously pulling the monster off balance and unraveling the wrappings. As the dried husk leaned off-balance against the sarcophagus, C'nutsakh cleaved his axe down into the animated corpse, sending it back to the silence of death.
Whether Wizard was inspired by C'nut's victory, or he just saw the goblin as "easy pickings", the spellcaster strode toward the stunned goblin in order to strike his staff across the small, green humanoid.
Which isn't all that surprising now, is it? Spending all that time indoors studying Majick® instead of going outside and playing some sports doesn't help an adventurer in a combat situation, does it?
On the other hand, the goblin had been quite the Qwik player during his time at Evil Preparatory School, and he used his still-respectable reflexes to swing his sword in an upward blocking motion, and Wizard obliged the greenskin by stabbing his left biceps onto the point of the defending blade, at which point, he fainted at the sight of his own blood.
For a few moments, the battles was silenced, replaced only by the labored breathing of the two survivors. The goblin peered through eyes stinging with fear-laden sweat at the stoic Dwarf surveying the carnage. In reaction to the colossal display of ineptitude, C'nutsakh lowered his head in a facepalm, and in that moment the goblin made and acted on a desperate, life-or-death decision. Screeching like The Wicked Witch of the West, he leapt up on the sarcophagus and launched himself toward C'nutsakh like a Winged Monkey on crystal meth.
C'nutsakh didn't have time to think, much less speak or step aside, so he held his arms up in front of himself. He still had his axe firmly in his grip; the goblin's trajectory sped the poor SOB face first onto the blade.
"When I get back to town, I'm hiring Dwarves only".