Elaina began to rise.<br/><br/>Very slowly at first. That body – her body – felt new and alien to her. Her limbs did follow her commands all right, but there was a strength and power behind each move that she was not accustomed to. Just like how all the colors semed fuller, more vibrant. The sounds louder and sharper. The whole sensory input nearly overflowing her, something she adjusted to only slowly.<br/><br/>Eventually, though, she sat on the edge of the stone altar, her legs dangling down one side. Looking at herself she did not appear much changed on the outside. The same slender build, narrow waist, shapely legs and ample bosom. Oh yes, she was stark naked, but it did not seem to bother her as much. Her mind was still swirling around things she knew although she knew not why she knew. Her muscles had memories of kicks and punches and more elaborate combat maneuvers she yesterday would not even have known existed.<br/><br/>Not much she could do about that. Besides hoping it would work out eventually. What she could do was to find out where exactly she was before the ones coming for her would reach her. So she pushed herself off the altar and began to walk towards the room's nearest exit.