To Elta's facial retort, Gajol frowned a bit and said, "Note that I used the word 'most.'" After all, the two were just about the same size, Gajol only a tad larger, mostly from the developments of her style of fighting.<br/><br/>Before she could catch her though, Elta had already thrown herself into the doorway as Gajol's grip barely missed the rope that snapped taut on the floor; wherever Elta went, she was as far as the rope was... but it then went slack. Elta's fall made her go through one of the doors in the ceiling and drop into the one just below it, smashing through the door in the floor. After that, she disappeared to the others, to which Gajol swore so hard that an entire crew of sailors' noses would bleed from the heaviness of their blushes.<br/><br/>As for what became of Elta, she was covered in pitch black for just a moment before finding herself in a room that was made of the same light gray stone of the rest of the church. She was in a very short hallway, disconnected from the rope, which led to a chamber of about thirty feet wide. Twenty feet in front of her was an altar that had her morning star resting on top of it in a ray of light that seemed to come from nowhere; once she was to look upward, there was a ceiling that looked to be of nothing but an endless stretch of darkness, save another bit of light that signified the hole she'd come through.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>