Ayl's moves were swift and precise, effectively utilizing both the Scythe's blade and the pole it was attached to for deflection and offense. The opponent he was facing was a highly ranked Silencer, one of the most deadly opponents the enemies had to offer; And yet its every attack, every attempt to gain the upper hand, was met with swift retribution. Ayl's talent with the scythe was far greater than any of his other abilities, and it showed. It was an unusual weapon, and most enemies did not know how to defend against it, and Ayl used that to great effect, the entire battle appearing more like a warmup for him.<br/><br/>Partway through the battle, the Silencer's sword swung towards what seemed like an unprotected vital; It soon met with the unbladed end of the scythe, however, and Ayl used the momentum from the parry to swing the scythe around full-force, slicing a deep gash through the Silencer's chest. He stumbled back, clutching his chest in pain, and staring at Ayl with an intense, raging hatred.<br/><br/>"Are you kidding me? This is the best you've got?" Ayl taunted, swinging the scythe behind him to rest on his shoulders. He stood with an overwhelming amount of confidence, and no sign of fatigue whatsoever; the sight was enough to give even this Silencer a moment of hesitation. He soon regained his strength and charged at the Hunter, yelling and blinded by rage.<br/><br/>"Well, it was fun while it lasted," Ayl said with a sigh, as he slowly walked forward to meet his opponent, who was raising his weapon for a strike. Ayl raised his hand as the two collided, grabbing the Silencer's blade with ease, stopping it shortly in front of his face. He stared at the struggling Silencer for a minute, before twisting his hand, breaking the weapon clean in half. Without a moment of pause, he grabbed the Silencer by the throat, lifting him into the air with one hand while bringing the scythe to it's waist with the other. "Any last words?" No response was given, only the same enraged stare. Moments of silence passed. Eventually, Ayl let go, letting the Silencer drop to his knees, gasping for breath. Ayl turned and began walking away, which prompted the Silencer to stumble forward, trying to overcome his body's desire to collapse; "W-wait, this isn't over..!"<br/><br/>In a fraction of a second, Ayl's blade had already pierced its stomach, causing it to cough up blood.<br/>"Yes. It is." With a final show of force, the blade sliced clean through it, severing the Silencers legs from its body in a shower of gore. Ayl sat still for a moment, letting the torrent of blood stop before dissipating the darkness forming his weapon and placing the handles back in his pouch.