So, uh....meet the only DnD-related character I’ve ever made.
Back in 2016, while on a ship, me and my work buddies decided to do a small campaign (because we worked 12 hour shifts and that particular week we were ordered not to do our actual jobs for reasons I can’t disclose) but our GM (aka our Chief irl) made a rule that we all had to be ‘were’ somethings. As in, everyone had to have a character that turned into an animal.
This resulted in some pretty fun combos, including (but not limited to) a fencing were-rat elf, a were-boar halfling baker whose main weapon was a frying pan, and my boy Deathpin the were-hummingbird innkeeper.
Deathpin was usually cast out first to take care of large hoards of orcs, trolls, and goblins, because as a hummingbird he could literally fly through the groups and 1-hit KO one to three enemies before they even realized he was there. Or he would piss them off enough to where they started attacking each other because “Hey! Stop stabbing me!” “I wasn’t stabbin you! You stabbed me!”
The Death Touch approach is usually not effective on big bosses or anyone with a brain bigger than a peanut, so that’s why he takes care of the pawns. He likes it that way, anyway, considering fighting the same Big Bad for an hour doesn’t exactly bode well for a wee hummingbird.
He’s also super good for eavesdropping missions, since no one ever expects a hummingbird to be a spy.