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Not flirtation.

A melody he has used in this campaign for years, one he wrote for the character early enough that I remember him humming pieces of it around the house before Cami lived here.

The spell stutters.

The King’s magic falters.

One round.

That is all Micah needs.

His rogue reaches the anchor.

His blade flashes.

The third tether breaks.

The Hollow King screams, armor beginning to tear apart from the inside as centuries of stolen magic suddenly realize there is nowhere left to go.

The party closes in.

Griffin smites.

Micah strikes.

Dex attacks again and rolls an eighteen, which he celebrates like a natural twenty because he has no shame.

Then the King’s attention locks onto Cami.

She has been keeping everyone standing.

The Hollow King raises one hand toward her.

Griffin says, “I intercept.”

“You already used your reaction.”

“Fuck.”

Micah is too far away.

Dex has nothing left that will stop it.

Cami looks down at her sheet and then at the board.

“What do I have?”

I know what she has.

I also know what the Hollow King has left.

Not much.

She looks up at me.

“Guiding Bolt.”

Dex leans back. “Oh shit.”