The rope splits when the batarang hits, because the power of belief, here, is just a little stronger than things like gravity and physics. Not enough so that the body doesn't fall, though, in display of these two elements; it hits the ground, folds over, lies like a broken doll. Four left, swaying gently like nothing ever happened.

Another one, is what Benji thinks. It's a glimmer of acknowledgment for Barbara's presence, and oh, she wouldn't talk to people she finds out here, not even ladies in wheelchairs who cut down corpses. Not normally. But she does, instead, a silhouette in Barbara's periphery that cuts through her alien compulsion to do the cutting at all, boots cracking on the rubble. She's in jeans, a coat, gloves.

"We left them--" ...is how she starts, shyly cutting herself off and sending a glance to the ghosts strung up by their necks. "We left them because we thought maybe they planted things in the ground. Mines, trip wires. Maybe we were wrong."