"I'm always prepared to fight undead," Jojo says, his tail swishing slightly despite the gravity of the situation.

"Deekin got plenty of song left in Deekin, ready to support allies and stab skeletons with talking sword if necessary."

"Fox's Cunning, Fox's Cunning." She positions herself beside the throne of the Sorceress so she can duck behind it for cover after she has the rod. "Anything else or should I count down?"

Jojo and Garrus seem to have come to an unspoken agreement that Jojo should be the one to take Krolon's sword, and Garrus should stand in the middle of the triangle formed by the sleeping kings' throne.

And Deekin readies himself to take Enserric.

"Ready when Belmarniss is ready," he says.

"On one. Five four three two one." She yanks and tries for a shield first thing.

And lo, she is shielded! The Sorceress stands up while casting a Quickened magic missile, which gets sucked into the shield. She doesn't seem to notice, already casting another magic missile.

Jojo tosses Krolon's sword to the ground and starts punching him in the skull before he's fully gotten out of his throne.

Deekin wrenches Enserric out of Urdon's skeletal fist, the blade shimmering into a rapier, and starts perforating the skeleton as much as reasonably possible, humming the same tune from earlier in the inn.

And Garrus starts shooting the Sorceress. "Wish we had fewer piercing weapons in this party," he mutters to himself. "Worked with a guy who had a maul once. That'd be nice."

Belmarniss staffs herself a Mage Armor. "You want I should hit her with the staff?"

"Oh! No, it's fine, let's all keep doing what we're doing."

Jojo's duel with Krolon is going well - Krolon gets in one good scratch with his phalanges, but after a particularly devastating open-palm strike, the king's skull shatters and he collapses into a pile of bones. Jojo goes to help against Urdon.

The Sorceress notices after the failure of her second magic missile that Belmarniss is shielded, and hisses with rage. Her hands glow green and she fires off an acid arrow instead.

This sort of thing is why she usually has a dispel magic prepped but she didn't want to waste it before the Sorceress noticed the missiles weren't working. She does her best to duck, since spell resistance won't help.

The acid, aimed at her torso, splashes across her arm. It fucking hurts!

"Fuck fuck fuck," she mutters, getting ready to counterspell the next bullshit, "fuck, fuck..."

The Sorceress appears to feel that this is enough deterrence for now, instead turning to cast... some kind of custom multi-target missile spell... at Deekin and Jojo, who are whaling on the surprisingly sturdy King Urdon.

Well, dispel magic is versatile.

So it is! The missile storm fizzles, and the Sorceress hisses again.

Garrus's next arrow catches her in the eye socket, and with a burst of electricity, she goes down.

More or less simultaneously, Jojo's hands flash with golden light, and Chief Urdon's animating force dissipates, causing him to clatter to the floor.

"Ow ow ow ow I hate acid ow ow."

"Do you require healing before we go on?" Jojo asks, coming over to investigate.

"I can walk and cast but I wouldn't turn you down."

"It's no trouble, I have plenty of applications left."

His hand hovers about an inch from her arm and glows with that same golden light, and the burns heal over.

"Thanks. Rest of these guys wake up on what time scale, Enserric?"

"Proximity, not time. You could take a refreshing nap and they'd still be waiting until you get close enough."