Surprisingly, not everyone listened to Ba'al, some charging into the cave after the man on the flaming bike, and a few moving into the forest. Well, he wasn't going to waste any more time debating while people were moving out to the hunt, and he wasn't about to be left behind. So he wrote off those who didn't go with them, wondering how many would remain to be found at the end, but definitely not making it his concern any more. Now, he would be concerned with himself first, and then with those who came with him. A Goa'uld had to have priorities after all.

"Well then, I am headed off. Any who wish to follow can come now," he said, gesturing with the hand that held his Zat, before heading on the path that led to the rocky trail. Tougher going, but they would be better able to make use of their air assets, and they would have better line of sight as well. He just had to hope that there was nothing too challenging along the way.