Neither of them were keen to see that happen and Iron Man didn't hesitate, throwing himself into the fray before Wanda had the words out. This time, he didn't bounce off of whatever was keeping this thing mobile ineffectually; Iron Man grabbed it around the head like it had done to the Scarlet Witch, prying it back with another arm around it's decrepit middle. The flames that steadily ate away at what remained of it licked at the armor, but jumped greedily to the scarabs that still scuttled over the metal and made them crackle and fall, overcooked and burst, to the floor at their grappling feet.
The sorcerer let out its awful shriek again, and this time Tony heard it, making him wince and tense as its bony hands clawed at Iron Man's. Its brittle skull cracked and collapsed under the pressure, surprising Tony as much as it seemed to the dead guy, cutting off its awful noise and throwing it into a directionless panic. Bone fragments, ash and grease and the gem all rattled against Iron Man's palm and he dragged it all away, shoving the mummy against Wanda's shield as he pulled the pieces of the thing's eye socket from him. The withered body collapsed. It slid down the gentle curve of Wanda's magic and fell with a hollow clatter to the squirming floor, the flames jumping to the scuttling bugs and quickly leaping to the far sides of the room.
Tony took a deep breath, turning his hand to examine the source of this mindfuck, then the walls shook. He glanced around, wondering if this room moved, too, when the second tremor hit and almost knocked him off his feet. That wasn't just the room. That was deep.