The mane that Elta charged at, she could feel its head cave in from the devastating blow. It too dissolved into the acrid, corrosive mist that the first one she'd slain had done. The others, having been struck by her wide swing, had not been killed, but were still knocked askew by the fierceness of the blow. The other eight manes advanced on her, only three managing to fit into the cramped entrance to the hallway, and each one made a slash with its claws, two striking her in the stomach. The blows were not especially damaging, but they still brought about much pain.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Gajol continued to yell from the rope, "Dammit Elta, get over here! We've only so long to get out of this hole!" Her voice told those who heard that she was growing impatient.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>