The atmosphere was quiet and oppressive, everyone was lying on the ground, breathing rapidly.
It was a long time before a middle-aged man with a horse face broke the silent atmosphere and asked, "Should we kill the giant first, or the tribe, or split up and go?"
"Kill the giant. It's the biggest threat, and it's currently asleep. As long as we're careful, there's no risk. If we kill the barbarians, it might alert the giant, which would be more dangerous," said a short young man.
"I agree."
"I agree too!"
...
Everyone chimed in with agreement.
As for splitting up, no one mentioned it.
Combining forces can boost courage, and with three auditors present, it's naturally much safer. But splitting up would exponentially increase the risk for any group.
The terrain was open at the slope, everything in view, coupled with daylight, making any strategic maneuvers impractical.
Fortunately, the weeds here grew thickly, nearly half a meter high, enough to cover the figures.
