Was running around with my demigod adventurer and two companions from my hometown. Been to various places, including raiding a tomb for some real nice bronze equipment. Oddly, the sarcophagi in both of the two mounds in the tomb were empty, and I never saw a mummy, despite walking directly adjacent to the sarcophagi and taking items from the tomb (both actions that would rouse a mummy in previous versions).
In the process of exploring all the lairs and camps and such I'd asked for the location of, I finally found a big old bandit camp full of goblins. Mostly goblin wrestlers, and they're nonhostile as usual ... except that the leader is a crossbowgoblin, and IS immediately hostile, as I find out when one of my companions takes an bolt to the leg. I start desperately sprinting towards him, blocking arrows on the way, until one gets me in the leg while I'm one square away, chipping the bone. Scared now, because I know I'm probably going to pass out, but I check my wounds screen and it doesn't actually list any pain at all, so I'm okay, right?
Nope. I take one more step towards the leader and immediately pass out. I get to watch people running around for a while, and then, astonishingly, I wake up again. Apparently the leader ran out of bolts, because his quiver is empty, and he's busy wrestling me. I guess the combination of that, my full armor, and the fact that none of the other goblins were hostile kept me alive. However, both of my legs, both of my hands, and one shoulder have all been ruined by wrestling, so I'm lying on the ground with my ability to stand or grasp lost and trouble breathing from one bruised lung (fortunately not two, or that blinking Mortal Wound warning would've actually meant something).
Half crippled, in terrible pain, I wrap my remaining good arm around his throat, throttle him unconscious, and tear his throat out with my teeth. He bleeds to death unceremoniously.
My companions are both in the same shape as I left them, presumably because the leader was focused on me and none of the others were hostile. One's lying on the ground with a broken leg from an earlier bolt, and the other is actually totally unharmed (in fact, I think he hammered a few of the cowering wrestlers to death while I was busy). Conveniently (and unusually), none of the wounds any of us have taken involved nerve damage, so I grab my dropped weapons, crawl away, and then fast travel to get us back on our feet. Then we go back and slaughter all of the pathetic sniveling wrestlers.