Tali and Kaltukk
Tali brandishes her trusty cobble with a throaty growl thats drowned out by the sound of the storm, then charges forward. One of the sand golems heaves and tries to grab her, but she dodges off to one side and continues her dead sprint towards the master of this world. She's but a few dozen feet from him when she trips up on something, slamming into the ground with a surprised yelp and a spray of sand. She turns angrily to see what she hung up on. A crimson ebony lance with a lugged, twelve inch blade and a bright red tassel tied to the haft, jutting invitingly from the sand.
Meanwhile the other two golems finish closing with Kaltukk. He slams his fist into one, and finds his arm being dragged inside its body. His hand is suddenly hot with pain as something slices feverishly at his fingers. He manages to withdraw his hand from the creature, covered in a dozen fresh cuts. The orc howls in anger and continues pummelling the familiar, his arms a blur as they pound into the golem's body, sending chunks of hard sand flying in every direction. The beast cries out as its body is quickly reduced to nothing, and the orc stands panting over its remains. He doesn't have much time to recover however, as the second familiar tackles him, sand pouring over his body and threatening to drown him.
Everyone Else
You all rush into the master dwarf's hovel. Hundreds of weapons and pieces of armour are scattered about the room. Most are less than exotic, some downright crude, but the sheer level of craftsmanship is overwhelming. You all sense that time is presently short and decide that you should only look for what you really think you'll need before trying to find a way to help your friends.