Cackling wildly, Zetaz lunged for the sky, and as he did, Mei-Li felt his turgid cock brush up against her cheek, leaving a smear of his precum in its wake.<br/><br/>"Get back here, Zetaz! You're not getting away!" Determined – desperate, even – not to let the imp escape, Suzaku took another two-handed swing at the retreating imp. Though the brunt of the blow was lessened by Zetaz's fiendish resilience, it was the most damaging blow he'd been dealt yet, and Mei-Li could see his health bar sink beneath the halfway mark.<br/><br/>Again, once he'd gained enough height, he began to fade away, leaving behind only his cheshire smile floating in midair beyond the reach of the lithe martial artist and paladin alike, though Zetaz did shoot Mei-Li one last wink.<br/><br/>Though he snarled in frustration, glaring daggers at the antagonist's retreat, swiftly enough, Suzaku turned his back on Zetaz, rushing to her side. "Mei-Li! I'm so sorry – I didn't know that would happen if you started to grapple him, I swear. That was my fault. But you did great." He smiled broadly at her, pressing a small kiss to the corner of Mei-Li's lips, nothing but adoration in his eyes. "I'm proud of you."<br/><br/>As his smile fades away, the interface provides a new prompt<strong><em>Level Up!</em></strong>it declares, a jaunty fanfare playing.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Congratulations! You're level 2 now! <br/><br/>Inside the wagon Zetaz left behind, Mei-Li and Suzaku find 4,235 cp, 1972 sp, 505 gp, 2 moss agates (one worth 11 gp, the other 14 gp), a piece of polished amber (worth 90 gp), a tanglefoot bag, a masterwork sling with 10 bullets, and a set of unlabelled potions neither of you can identify on your own. The horses themselves can be sold for 100 gp apiece if you decide not to keep them for yourselves. The wagon is worth 17 gp &amp; 5 sp if sold instead of kept.</div></div>