A surprise

This thread is adapted from Lolhappy250's thread "the unexpected"

You closed you eyes and winced, feeling something hard smash into your face, then a cool, pleasantly tingly liquid soaked your head and shoulders, then something weird.

doot-doodala-doo A strange fanfare from no where played.

That sound. So familiar. But where have you heard it–

"That was a potion for leveling up pets." The ranger's voice was muffled by his hand as he face-palmed.

Level up. You were awed by those words, the rogue on the other hand was more gobsmacked by her stupidity. As the words sunk in blood started to rush to your head and you heart started to beat frantically at the possibilities. You started to numb to the world, hearing only your heavy heartbeats, then focused heard on your stats.

Sheep
Level: 2
HP: 5 -> 20
Melee Attack: 0
Ranged Attack: 0
Weakness: none
Skill gained!
Sleepy Sheep Dance - Jump around. Chance to cause sleep.
Cuteness - look adorable with big eyes. Lower level heroes with good alignment cannot target you directly.

You could hardly believe it; you've waited a thousand lifetimes to level up... and you were still just a cute sheep with no attack! All you got was a bit more cuteness and a lame dance! You almost wanted to jump off a cliff and end this miserable life... but you would just respawn again. If this was the best chance you got to improve yourself, you would have to take it. Maybe after a few more levels... but what were the chances of someone ever throwing a level potion at you again?

A chill soon went down your spine as the rogue stared daggers at you. Your beating heart slowed, and your head started to clear.

"Well I'm going to go make you some awesome armor, uh b-babe." The ranger giggled nervously.

Before the rogue could respond the Ranger pulled out a scroll and opened a portal to town. Inside the portal you saw all sorts of sights, hundreds upon hundreds of elves, dressed up in everything from tattered newbie rags, to impractical yet beautiful costumes, to terror inducing armor that must have needed levels deep in the double digits at the very least. The smells that wafted through were amazing, nothing like your meadow that smelled of blood, sheep feces, and daisies. The sights quickly vanished once the ranger stepped into the portal and it winked out of existence, but the wonderful smells lingered.

Now it was just you and the fat rogue, eyeing you spitefully.

You could try and use your 'cuteness skill' to avoid a fight, but she was a higher level and looked pretty adamant about killing you. You couldn't run and couldn't hide - it looked like your only chance was your Sleepy Sheep Dance, but she had 6 levels on you, so there was a good chance it wouldn't work.