Mergoux had been preparing her scathing retort to the Bone Mage, when the ground fell from under them, sending the four plummeting into the earth. The fall wasn't long, and the landing was hard, leaving them more annoyed than hurt, Mergoux especially. Swiftly getting to her feet, she snarled angrily and brushed dust off herself. [color=green]"Goddamn' stupid-"[/color] she swore, only to stop the moment she heard the child's voice. 

It was a trick, it had to be a trick, the likelihood of a child becoming trapped down... wait, where exactly where they? It was like a series of catacombs, perhaps an ancient set of burial grounds that began at the church, and extended well past the building itself. In all honesty it was a wonder the place wasn't half-collapsed, as by her own estimate they were barely fifteen feet below ground, and there were some heavy bloody gravestones or mausoleums in that churchyard. Then again, perhaps they were in the shallowest part of the catacombs...

Her mind focused as the child cried out again, and instantly she turned towards the noise. There was no confusing her, she could pick out the direction of the sound easily. Within the confines of the catacombs her greatsword would be too unwieldy, so instead she drew forth her twin knuckle-daggers, overlarge as they were. The weapons were unusual, long, falchion-like weapons, each with a brass knuckle grip as part of the handle. The grip served several purposes, besides making punches more powerful, they also served to make knocking the weapon from Mergoux's hand slightly more difficult, as well as serving as counter-balance for if she chose to hurl the weapon like a knife. They were weighted properly for throwing, but still too big to be effective. To that regard, she had three small throwing knives on the back of her belt, just in case. 'Be Prepared', that was a saying Mergoux lived by.

[color=green]"This way."[/color] she said, moving off with one dagger held normally, and the other in a reverse grip as the skull bounced past her feet. There was no waiting, whatever was down here, she'd either save the child from it, or kill the thing that pretended to be said child. Either way, blood would be spilled. It almost made her feel a little excited, almost.