These figures looked as if terracotta warriors and descendants of Frankenstein made dozens and dozens of babies before bathing in a hot steaming poop bath, though I took advantage of their cinematic sequence as I cheesed their entry with my .22 pistol.
The distance between us and them was very short and since their earlier batch had already walked the same path, bridging the distance in an instant would definitely not spring any traps.
And since Kaley was the only one who had the same suppressed .22 pistol that I had which was a Taurus TX22, she was the only one I didn't stop when everyone else tried to come in guns blazing.
It was because we might very well be by the entrance of the witch's lair that was located behind this waterfall—which tickled me as a gamer—so we needed to be as quiet as much as possible even if we fired off a few rounds in the distance and made a lot of noise by the road earlier.