Sam stood back while Atma and Ayl planned escape routes and rendezvous areas. She was a 'run forward and kill, and if things got hairy, run away and kill' type of person. She perked up when Ayl announced their groups. She was definitely on the ass-whoopin' team. A grin found it's way to her face and she laughed. "Sounds like fun. I'm ready whenever bro," she said to Ayl, checking the blades on her weapon. She looked over at Hatsu and Atma and saluted them. She wasn't worried so much about Atma, but she hoped Hatsu would be okay. At least they wouldn't be charging into a mass of demons.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh well,</span>she thought.<span style="font-style: italic">You'll get to slaughter more.</span>Sam jumped a little. She still wasn't used to Ahriman jumping in on her thoughts. She turned back towards Ayl. She was excited to fght, but she was more excited to see Ayl fight. She took a deep breath and shouldered her weapon. "Any plans?" she asked him, impatient to get going.