Ancestral Guardian (B) 19
Assassin (R) 5-2=3
Battle Master (F) 22
Cavalier (F) 20
Champion (F) 13+1=14
Inquisitive (R) 16
Kensei (M) 22
Mastermind (R) 20
Open Hand (M) 26
Samurai (F) 20
Scout (R) 22
Shadow (M) 24
Storm Herald (B) 18
Sun Soul (M) 21
Swashbuckler (R) 23
Thief (R) 16
Totem Warrior (B) 17
*Begin blockbuster movie voiceover*
In a game...
...saturated with overwrought oh-so-unique martial subclasses...
...all inventing new ways to swing the same weapon at the same target for the same damage "but no guys it's totally different you see because"...
...only one dares to stand up and actually BE a FIGHTER.
He is...
...the Champion.
*explosions, thunder*
He doesn't have time to argue about combat options or special powers or combos. He's too busy killing everything in sight.
He can't hear your accusations of boredom over the sound of victory...his victory. While you were waiting for another short rest to use your fancy ability again, he was smashing orcs and carrying you all to safety.
*thunder, lightning, weapon clashing*
No, he didn't see that complicated "really cool" special attack that killed that one goblin. His vision was obscured by the pile of dead enemies that lay before him.
*cannons roar, thunder booms*
He doesn't need to rest. He doesn't need a specific weapon, or a specific foe, or a specific position on the battlefield. He doesn't need you.
He needs only to win.
*sick electric guitar riff*
