Brian's gaze remained fixed on the hallway for the time being. He was not blinking, and his eyes were shaped in an oval as they normally are.
As he spoke, the light from his bright eyes cast a shadow across his face. "Let's run, and I'm going to climb looking to reach the roofs, and you will jump through the hole in the facade, and you will run to the square to tell what the hell is with the statues."
Shane calmly breathed as he said, slowly getting up, "No, we do it the other way around." Shane waved his rifle as he said, "I have a rifle, and you are fast."s
Brian said with a smile as he turned to go ahead of Shane, saying, "Yes, but I have metal bones." Turning his face a little but still looking at the doors, Brian smiled, saying, "There are few things that some whores who don't move when you look at them can do to me."
Returning the smile, Shane slung the rifle over his shoulder, saying, "Then let's go both. You can make my way without breaking them."
Nodding, Brian said, "Ok, we started with the wrong foot, but that pride has balls behind."
Shane felt a little offended but just as flattered when he took a deep breath and said, "On the count of three, we started running to the upper floor."
As they began their pursuit down the corridor, each of their feet made two separate impacts on the floor.
They did not fixate their attention on what was immediately in front of them but rather on the sculptures.
They were unable to continue looking at the statues after they reached the steps since it was physically impossible for them to do so.
The sound of dragging proceeded uninterruptedly during the entire process.
As soon as Brian reached the middle of the staircase, he turned back to look at the entrance, and he noticed that three statues had been arranged there.
Brian's calm breathing was beginning to shake as he said, "Ok, now slowly until we see how many are up there."
Shane, who was a few steps behind him, said slowly, "Yes, you look back, and when we get to the entrance, we change your look to the corridor."
They each made slow but steady progress up the ladder. Brian was observing the statues that were grouped together at the top of the stairs as he walked up them.
Shane cautioned him to be careful when he was ascending the stairs by giving him a hand gesture. Brian cast a quick glance in the direction of the statues.
When they reached the third-floor exit, Shane turned around, saying, "Change."
Turning around as he stepped out of the elevator and onto the third floor, Brian flashed his eyes twice as he blinked slowly.
At this point, construction had only reached the level of the beams for the third story.
Instead of walls, there were five sculptures that stood with their backs on some pillars and covered part of their bodies. There were no walls.
While saying these things, he grabbed Shane by the back of his shirt and began to slowly draw him in, "We have eight bitches."
Shane gulped at sight and, looking up, said, "These bastards, they built the roof first."
Brian spent a considerable amount of time gazing at the statues.
Even though there were three knocks coming up the steps in such a short amount of time, all of the knocks were firm and powerful throughout the entire process.
As they moved forward, Brian and Shane kept turning their heads to take in the vastness of the room.
They were able to see the sculptures looking at them from behind the pillars in the room. The sculptures were gazing in their direction.
After that, a statue cautiously peeps out from behind the door that leads to the stairs.
The entire space was filled with the sound of a very deep rumble.
Brian took a step screaming, "If you can talk, you can listen."
Brian craned his neck as he touched his hammer to his waist, "The only reason I don't turn them into rubble sacks is that the friend here doesn't want to."
A brief look was exchanged between Shane and Brian before the focus of the conversation shifted to the statues that were positioned around the room.
Softly Shane said, "Wait, why the threats? Do you think they understand you"
Brian pursed his lips as he gave a quick shrug and answered Shane in a whisper, "Words don't matter. What matters is attitude."
Pointing to the statues, he raises his voice shouting, "And what the fact can I do to them if I want to!!"
Holding the collar of Shane's shirt, Brian began to drag him slowly to the hole in the facade, and Shane looked at the room and asked, "You have a plan."