Ari/Mag/Drake/Kiernan/MINOTAUR?!
How Drake had managed to lift and throw something that size, Mag had no idea, but this was no time to be impressed. She took the opening the monk provided, and although her shotgun only had three shots in it before reload, she made sure they counted. The first took out the eye Kiernan hadn't stabbed before, the second hit the thing's arm and the third grazed its neck, not doing any significant damage. Two out of three wasn't bad, though. And she had that fast-reload trick Aspel had taught her years ago, and was ready for another round.
The Minotaur didn't have what Mag would call a graceful landing, and she took advantage of that chance to unload a couple more shots into the beast. As she did so, she prayed no more rocks would fall down; if the ceiling came crashing down, the beasts were dead, but so were Mag and the others. Unfortunately their gamble didn't pay off half as well as she'd hoped, as the beast stood back up, even if it looked weaker than before.
It was wounded, but gave no sign of feeling pain. This didn't intimidate her; they could use it to their advantage. One of her big issues in battle was not knowing how severe her injuries were due to the absence of pain; if this thing had the same problem, they could cripple it before it knew what had happened. As it ambled back towards them, she got out of the way and cast Armor Break to lower its defense. "Get the joints if you can! If it can't move, we can gang up on it!"
It was still too early to congratulate themselves, though. The robed monster was still up to no good and, as it spewed oil all over them, she thought I bet the bastard has fire magicks, too. But if so, then maybe not all was lost. "Drake! Think you can do that tossing thing again?" If Drake could grab the minotaur and dump it on top of the oil on the ground, then the other bastard couldn't set them aflame without roasting his ally as well.
However, it was difficult to move, and if Drake had been similarly drenched in oil, perhaps he wouldn't be able to grab purchase of the thing. So then the only option was to lead the beast to the oil by using herself as bait. "Hey, ugly!" Mag fired the shot she had left, straight at the thing's face, and reloaded. "Stay real still, and let me fix your face." The Minotaur roared in anger as her next shot flew through its elbow, and its lower arm hung limp. "You'd look great with a few more holes in you." She shot again, this time at the thing's chest, but it hit the monster's collarbone instead as it bent forward to charge. Good boy. As the beast ran towards her (and the pool of oil on the ground), she hurried to run out of the way. Her feet slipped on the oily surface, but she rolled to the side and managed to get out of the beast's path, barely. And now she was drenched in oil from head to foot.
The Minotaur too had skidded when it had tried to run on the oil, and it had fallen face-first to the ground, rocking the cavern. "Now we're all in the same boat, buddy," she grinned. Hopefully, its robed friend would not cast Fire now that the Minotaur would get burned too.