"Sturdy enough. However...." Emet-Selch seems to take a moment to look around at the elevator to assess it. Would it be large enough for what he was thinking?

It seems good enough. With yet another wave of his hand, the staff disappears in a blip of light and a massive sword just as quickly takes its place. The sword itself is a log black broadsword with intricate silver detailing. Reminiscent of the staff, in a way.

"This should suit our purposes better." So he jams it in the elevator doors and pushes to use its leverage just as suggested. "Your assistance, if you would."