You shout at the top of your lungs all sorts of noises to get the attention of the thing in the leaves whose arm is fixed on the leg of the woman in the pink dress.
“Hey, stinky, your mother’s calling ya!”
among other phrases and catcalls breaks the silence of the woods and calms the screaming of the woman in pink.
Unfortunately for you, the thing in the leaves is used to loud noises, jeers, and foul language and continues to pull the lady into the pit. Mere words will not save her.
Even more unfortunate for you is that the henchmen see you as an easy target standing on that cliff. A clean shot in the head and it’s over for you.