Tiamat is Risen - The Battle Begins!

This is a scene from the final confrontation of my IRL DnD campaign - though we worked hard to keep all the masks, the cultists were successful in summoning Tiamat, and we had no choice but to break down all 900 HP of hers...! (It took multiple sessions :'D) In the image are the three main characters: Ivy, my friend's tabaxi druid; Reese, another friend's half-orc barbarian; and Sylvar, my own elven paladin (...though I forgot to specify in the prompt that he was male, ahah!). As for how it ended... Eventually, Tiamat was on her last legs. She was even demanding our Kobold friend to help her!! Sylvar, my dex-based paladin, was next up on initiative, and ready to deal the final blow. I rolled my dice... ...nat one. So. Earlier, I'd said that I only prompted the *main* characters...? One of our friendly NPCs was Steve, a blatant Steve Irwin rip-off and travelling merchant who was mostly just here at the battle for moral support. He'd gotten drunk as soon as it started and tried to shoot his crossbow at the remaining cultists; he inevitably missed, but his trusty wombat Sheila knocked them off their perches so he felt like he was contributing. And so, in this moment, as I messed up the climactic roll... The DM said: 'Okay, so: Steve takes a big swig of beer, smashes it down, and takes up his crossbow. "I'll handle the big fella!" he yells out, slurring his words, and shoots - and chips just barely enough HP off Tiamat to bring her down.' so... technically, it ended rather anticlimactically? :'D But it was a super fun campaign, and a slightly weird send-off like this was the perfect capstone :DDD