Well I normally don’t associate much with monks; pesky things have some ungodly ability to catch my arrows..
I may have to rethink that a bit. I recently found myself thrown together with a monk of some renown during battle. I must say we made quite a team. He was armed with a spear and well of course I had my bow. At one point we found ourselves cut off and facing a much larger force of armored opponents. Working together, he was holding them at bay with that spear causing them to try and block his thrusts, while I picked them off one by one.
I must say, together we won that fight against great odds.
I even heard one dying soul mention an “Angel of Death”. Now I can’t be certain if they meant me or they were halfway to hell and seeing their next life, but I have to admit, I would wear that title with pride