Blast the Cleric, Kill the Dwarf.

You grin and stand up. The cleric is so focused on the falled dwarf, she doesn't even notice you... or the seven other lizards closing in for the kill.

"Mine" you yell. They stop and look hurt for a second, before realising that there's another two heroes, with their backs to them.

The cleric is still focused on the dwarf, chanting prayers and oblivious of the temporary reprive. She must be playing with the sound muted.

You grin again, and hit her with Manabolt. She notices that, picking up her hammer and walking towards you...

Manabolt. Manabolt. Manabolt. Manabolt.

Wow, that Sun-Soaked buff is really useful. She drops down to 2 HP, stumbles, and falls into the desert sand.

You step forward, walking around he prone form, over to the dwarf. You reach down and try to prise his giant axe lose from his grasp. It doesn't budge. Dammit, he's either got a Locking Gauntlet equiped or he's payed for a non-lootable account. Not to worry, there are other ways to kill him. You kneel down and take a shortsword from his pouch (so it was a locking gauntlet)...

You shuffle forward a bit and pull off his throat guard. The cleric, realising what you're about to do, cries out, but both her partymates are being dragged down by your fellows. The scout smiles and gives you a thumbs-up gesture. Right then...

You plunge the shortsword into his throat. He gurgles, and dies. You stand up and wait for a ding.

All is silent. The cleric has been shocked into silence, your fellows have finished their butchery, and you haven't levelled up.

Still, there's a little bundle of XP wearing cleric's robes lying in the sand nearby... those boobs are lovely, though...