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."

"I have napped nicer places but that seems prudent."

No one objects to this. Before they rest Deekin pulls out a harp and plays another song, which causes Jojo's scratches to heal over.

"I'm used to doing first or last watch."

"I'm good with middle watch, nobody ever likes middle watch except me."

"Deekin take first watch, Deekin always wake up groggy."

"Okay, last is mine."

She has a spellcasting adventurer's ability to sleep soundly in a dungeon surrounded by pulverised undead.

Garrus wakes her when it's time for her watch. "It's officially your turn to make up fun backstories for all the skeletons you can see," he murmurs.

"Aw, wish my friend from back home was here, he'd be good at it."

"You should tell me about him in the morning," Garrus says, slithering into his bedroll.