I'm back for real this time...I hate computers.
OoC

lease post your attack values lie you folks did in the old days. It makes it worlds easier for me, thanks...
IG
Hefting his Maul, and unperturbed at the Fiend before him, Durgo charges right down through gouts orf volcanic magma and ash, bringing the weapon smashing down upon the figure. Connecting with a resounding *thud*, the effect of the blow is not what the Muragar expected...
The massive form of the Cornugon shimmers and wavers in the air, then flies backwards, shrinking even as it hits the wall of the shaft. Transforming into a frail Drow, his chest caved in from a very large hammer blow, the figure falls down,down, sinking into the lava far below, quite dead.
Kurg cackles nervously, ready to react as needed (holding action).
Forlash
Dimension Doors to the platform, reaching the relative safety of the suspended machine with no troubles.
Bargo likewise reaches the contraption, though he catches a gout of poisonous gas in the face as he does so.*
OoC:* Finally, the green Dragon armor pays off...