The Unfortunate Orange Catman

If he could have, the Black Cat Person would have preferred not to come out at all. Now that Vengeful Storm had ended, he could have escaped or hidden nearby and ambushed them. Either would have been perfectly fine.

But... as an assassin without spellcasting abilities, he really wanted to say, I'm an assassin. I have no feelings.

But... the lightning bolts raining down from the sky made the truth clear.

Lin Yun had kept him targeted the whole time, and he'd been struck six times in a row. Six times!

He was proficient in Reflex Evasion, so even if he failed his Dexterity save, he'd take only half damage. If he succeeded, he wouldn't take any damage at all.

It was the perfect ability for a class that was naturally so squishy.

And Catfolk were an extremely... unusual race. Perhaps it had something to do with that legend about having nine lives.

Catfolk had a trait called Cat's Luck, which let them roll their Dexterity saves with advantage.

So even with those two layers of protection, he... still took a tremendous amount of damage.

What the hell was that save DC? He'd already spent a Hero Point to add 8 to his roll, bringing it up to 38, and still hadn't succeeded. That was ridiculous.

He'd forgotten that Vengeful Storm involved both wind and lightning, so the effect of Mad's Staff had been applied perfectly.

That was why the actual save DC had been as high as 40...

So for the remaining bolts, he hadn't dared to use any more Hero Points. He'd just gone with the flow.

Then... apart from the first bolt, which he'd dodged with a natural 20, every single one had struck him.

It wasn't much—just 24d6 damage. And thanks to Reflex Evasion, he'd only