Party is in a powerful wizard's complex of towers, trying to disable pylons that are powering the towers' protective shields. Planar rifts are opening in the towers. We have 6 party members are we are cramped in the narrow staircases and small rooms.

DM: You guys are descending down the narrow spiral staircase.

Barbarian: I want to be in the front in case we encounter anything bad.

DM: Stepping down from the last step of this flight of stairs, you enter a room that is merely 15x15. Before you is a Muladeus(sp?) that attacks you as you enter the room.

Sorcerer: Knowledge check to know what it is!

DM: Having some knowledge of hellish creatures, you know that the Muladeus is a kind of demon that are typically generals that lead legions of demons. They are like jackal humanoids with a snake-like creature in their chest that lashes out with powerful poisons.

DM: Barbarian, you take 45~ damage from its attacks and the snake lashes out from its chest, sinking its fangs into you, draining you of 7 Constitution.

*everybody holy ***** at this point*

Orc Fighter: I push my way past the others and Sparta Kick it.

Sorcerer: ARE YOU ******* KIDDING ME?! THAT THING ALMOST ONE-SHOT HIM AND OF ALL THE THINGS YOU COULD DO, YOU'RE GOING TO SPARTA KICK IT?!!!!!

*Orc Fighter rolls 3 consecutive natural 20s, in plain sight for the entire table to see. Everybody is roaring with laughter and our Orc Fighter looks at our Sorcerer with a huge *********** grin*

DM: You sparta kick it, blasting a hole through the body of the Muladeus with your boot and sending it crashing into the wall on the other side of the room. It is not moving anymore.

Orc Fighter: Damn straight.

*Our Sorcerer proceeds to keep his mouth shut about less-than-optimal actions for the rest of the session. Our DM turned our Orc Fighter's boots into a magical item called "Striders of Demonbane", which began to instill an irrational fear into demons that caught sight of the boots.*