Elta figured desperate times  called for desperate measures.  She takes a few steps back, and starts to chant the incantation backwards once more.  Her hope is that she is close enough to the rest of the party..that they might see their weapons become empowered and may come help her out..or at least throw a rope.<br/>Once her weapon is set glowing once more, Elta lets out a deep howl of anger..she has no -idea- how long she was kept prisoner..but she knew anything consorting with demons...was an enemy of hers.<span style="color: orange"><b>"GAAAARewewalLLL!"</b></span>she howls her voice cracking a bit- causing her to sound totally non-imposing. Her voice however does not match the force behind her swings. Fueled by pure vengeance and the benevolence of her gods she swings her morningstar wildly, she feels it make contact with a few of the tubby little bastards , hopefully knocking them back a few yards. She rushes the one in-front of her, aiming her swing at its head, not waiting to see after it connects if she's injured or killed the poor thing, she lets out another roar and spins, aiming the mace at three bobbing little heads in the dim light of the tunnel.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>