…Snap! Another set of the hydra's jaws closes on air beneath the monk's feet. SNAP! This time behind his head. He flutters with ease from one neck to the next, mocking the beast. Up the canyon wall he leads, higher and higher. As if on a breeze, he floats out of his final turn and waits for the hydra's heads to tie the fateful knot. The seven snapping jaws clack like chickens, confused and strangled, and its feet fight for purchase at the canyon's edge. The monk blows a conclusive gust of air at the unbalanced hydra and it falls into the chasm. For he is… the Air Friar.
