DM: Ronan comes striding out of the wrecked ship. Like before, he appears to have taken no damage from the crash. He sneers at you and bellows to the crowd, “Behold! Your ‘Guardians of the Galaxy’!”
GAMORA: Gaah, that damn infinity stone! He’s basically casting globe of invulnerability on himself.
DM: He also steps in Groot.
ROCKET: Son of a bitch!
DM: Rocket, your turn.
ROCKET: The infinity stone is mounted in his hammer, right? Could I maybe shoot the hammer out of his hand?
DM: With a regular gun? Not likely.
STARLORD: Unfortunately, you used your hadron enforcer already. That recharges on a short rest, right?
ROCKET: Yeah. …But, hey! Can I spend my inspiration point from protecting all those civilians to get the hadron enforcer‘s charge back?
DM (thinking): Okay, sure, but it got kinda smashed up in the crash. Make a DC 15 tool proficiency check to get it working.
ROCKET (rolls): Aw, shit! What a time to roll a freakin’ nine.
GAMORA: Geeze, and you blew an inspiration point on it.
DM: Well, you can keep trying on your next turn– if you get a next turn. Ronan’s on the ground, now.
DM: Drax? Your turn.
DRAX: I assist Rocket on his next roll.
DM: Okay. Gamora?
GAMORA: Um… crap, I dunno, I’m a fighter. Can I just… I dunno, keep my eyes open and be ready to jump in?
DM: Delay requires an action and a trigger.
GAMORA: Okay, I guess if I see an opportunity to grab the hammer, I’ll do that.
DM: Good enough. Starlord?
STARLORD: What’s Ronan doing?
DM: He’s getting ready to smash the hammer down and destroy all life on the planet. Y’know, like one does.
STARLORD: I challenge him to a dance-off.
ROCKET: Oh God.
STARLORD: You said my tape player was going, somewhere off in the wreckage, right? Well, it says right here: my bond is “I treasure my mixtape from home more than life itself.” If I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die dancing to my mixtape!
DM (laughs): Sure, why not? Go ahead and make a Deception check, with advantage for tying into your traits.
STARLORD (rolls): Aww, yeah! Twenty-frickin’-SEVEN! (sings) Oooo-ooh child, things are gonna get bet-ter!
DM (still laughing): Okay! Ronan tries a DC 27 Wisdom save (rolls) and blows it bigtime. He’s effectively stunned for a round at Starlord’s pelvic sorcery.
STARLORD: Gamora! Take it!
GAMORA: I am so not taking it.
STARLORD: I meant take the hammer.
GAMORA: Can I use my readied action to grab the hammer while Ronan is stunned?
DM: Call it a disarm check. Make an unarmed attack roll against Ronan’s Athletics check. (rolls)
GAMORA (rolling): Uh… man! Another nine.
DM: Yeah, no. Ronan’s got a vice grip on that thing.
GAMORA: Yeah, I’m just gonna stand there and stare at Starlord like he’s nuts.
DM: Okay, new round! Ronan is stunned and just stares at Starlord. “What are you doing?”
STARLORD: I’m distracting you, ya big turd blossom!
DM (laughs): Rocket, roll on your tool check again. You have advantage this time, thanks to Drax’s aid.
ROCKET (rolls): Nineteen! Hadron enforcer online, baby! I shoot the motherfucker! I mean, I shoot the hammer out of his hand.
DM: Unfortunately, it took your turn to make the skill check.
DRAX: So it’s my turn? I shoot the motherfucker.
DM: That works! You grab the hadron enforcer from Rocket and basically use it to make a ranged 5d10 disarm! Go ahead and total it up, the damage will be the difficulty for his Athletics check. (rolls)
DRAX (rolls, with no small amount of satisfaction): Thirty four!
DM: Ahahahaha, no. Not only does Ronan not make his Athletics check, the hammer explodes into a bazillion pieces, sending the infinity stone flying into the air!
ROCKET: Oh crap oh crap oh crap!
STARLORD: I’m basically standing next to Ronan, right? ’cause we were having a dance-off? Can I grab the infinity stone before it hits the ground?
DM: You can try! Give me a Dexterity save.
GAMORA: That thing does 100 necrotic damage per round and then you have to make Charisma saves to not explode!
STARLORD: Yeah, but while I’m lying there making death saves you can slap a container onto it. The Charisma save I’m not worried about.
GAMORA: But we don’t have a healer!
STARLORD: Well maybe there’s a paramedic in the crowd. (rolls) Anyway! I roll a sixteen.
DM: You nab it out of the air! You take 100 points of necrotic damage!
DM: Fortunately, your Mystery Boon kicks in– turns out you are resistant to necrotic damage! So you only take 50.
STARLORD: Yay? I have fifteen hit points. (rolls) Twenty-two Charisma save.
DM: You are not killed outright on this round, but you are stunned and unable to act. A massive ball of purple-black necrotic energy swells around you, engulfing you and Ronan both. Ronan looks more than a little offended that you aren’t dead.
STARLORD: I bet he does!
DM: He also takes 100 points of damage, and is offended by that, too! It’s not enough to kill him, but it clearly hurts. He shouts, “Who are you???”
STARLORD: So all I gotta do is stand here dying at him to take him out?
DM: Pretty much!
STARLORD: Winning! When he shouts “Who are you?” I just give him my most smug, “You said it yourself, we’re the Guardians of the Galaxy, bitch!”
DM: Starlord taunts the badguy! It doesn’t do anything, but points for going out in style.
GAMORA: You said the damage happens every round, right? So he’s going to keep taking it?
DM: Yes. It spreads out through everyone in contact with whoever’s touching the stone.
GAMORA: Okay, I grab Starlord’s hand to absorb some of the damage and ready an action to shove a container onto the stone when Ronan drops.
DRAX: I’ll grab on too.
DM: Okay, new round! Ronan takes 100 points of damage, which is forty-odd more than he had. He explodes with a look of deep resentment on his face.
TABLE: (cheers, high-fives)
DM: You all take 100 points of damage split four ways, so 25 each, except for Starlord, who resists it and takes 12.
STARLORD: Two! I have two friggin’ hit points! Eat that, Ronan the Dickhead!
ROCKET: Ronan-the-A-Loser, more like!
GAMORA: I shove the infinity stone into the container!
DM: The purple-black cloud of necrotic energy immediately dissipates! Revealing Yondu and a dozen Ravagers. “Well, well, that was quite a light show!”
STARLORD: Geeze, if it isn’t one damn thing, it’s another around here.