 "Her fists a blur as they deflect an incoming hail of arrows,
a half-elf springs over a barricade and throws herself
into the massed ranks of hobgoblins on the other side.
She whirls among them, knocking their blows aside and
sending them reeling, until at last she stands alone.
Taking a deep breath, a human covered in tattoos
settles into a battle stance. As the first charging orcs
reach him, he exhales and a blast of fire roars from his
mouth, engulfing his foes.
Moving with the silence of the night, a black-clad
halfling steps into a shadow beneath an arch and
emerges from another inky shadow on a balcony a
stone’s throw away. She slides her blade free of its cloth-wrapped scabbard and peers through the open window
at the tyrant prince, so vulnerable in the grip of sleep.
Whatever their discipline, monks are united in their
ability to magically harness the energy that flows in
their bodies. Whether channeled as a striking display
of combat prowess or a subtler focus of defensive ability
and speed, this energy infuses all that a monk does." - Player's Handbook |
