Cast Dispel Magic

"Better safe than sorry. What if these things contain a giant fireball and we get incinerated!" Diana argues. She doesn't trust anything in this dungeon farther than she can throw it.

-"Alright I will. But just to warn you, after this casting I'll have {if Tyra’s dispel magic uses left: = 0}{Tyra’s dispel magic uses left:} left, {else}just {Tyra’s dispel magic uses left:} left,{endif} so don't blame me if we come across some other trap at some point and I got no juice left to dispel that 'un."

"I'd prefer not to get incinerated right here."

Tyra holds up her holy symbol, focusses in her divine patron, and the symbol glows in response, shedding a mystical light for a moment. In turn, the sigils crack and fizzle, a few multi-colored sparks coming off them before they go silent.

The dwarf lowers her hand and lets the symbol drop. "Alright, the way is clear."

{if Mage hands active= true}A barely audible sound can be heard from a few feet behind, a slight suction of air like a cork being pulled from a flask: The mage hands just popped out of existence, their limited spell duration spent. Though it cost them a precious resource, the girls are lucky they used it or they would've ended up stunned by the sigils and given the perverted mage hands free reign for a while.{endif}