The monk feels a rush of adrenaline and exultation roll through herself as she feels the man crumble beneath her feet... but she doesn't even get a second to breathe before the cultists around her begin to keen and shriek, some kind of fell power overflowing their body. Of course, the monk knows better than to stick around amidst the group as they start to turn black... she darts out of the way as fast as her legs will take her, leaving them to whatever fate they've earned as she scoops up the shard-powered dagger and takes off to check on her little mage-friend in the hallway...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolled a 1d20+6= 22 reflex save. :) </div></div>