Help the elf

You're tired of running and hiding, just to die at the end for your efforts. You're tired of being reset every time the raid ends, and going back to the same old job, before the same old event does the same old thing. And most of all, you're tired of the heroes who use you as cannon fodder, or outright ignore you, on their quest for XP and loot. This could be your one opportunity to strike a blow against one of them, and you aren't going to miss out on it.

Clutching your rock tighter, you slip out of the ruined house, and pad as quickly as you dare towards the hero's back. He's lost his fight, completely unaware of your clumsy stealth attempt. If the elf has seen you, there isn't much she can do about it, as she's too busy fighting for her life.

Taking your rock in both hands, you aim it at the back of the hero's head, realizing as you do so that the arrogant fool isn't even wearing a helm. You swing downwards with all your strength, hoping beyond hope that you get some kind of two-handed strength bonus, or an accuracy bonus, or any bonus, for that matter.

The rock impacts the back of his skull with a wet *THWACK*. His blades suddenly stop flashing, and he totters for a moment, then collapses, random bits of gear falling away from his person. As he falls, you're left face-to-face with the elf warrioress, and you briefly panic, knowing you can't take her on.

Surprisingly, all she does is arch an eyebrow at you, then head back towards the sound of the worst fighting, leaving you standing there. As you process what just happened, and how lucky you are to have lived, a faint warmth spreads through you, and a *DING!* resounds inside your head.

"Have I leveled up?" you wonder aloud, disbelief coursing through you even as you pull up your status screen.