Sam's eyes widened in awe. "I know it'd be fucked but...For Christ's sake, it's completely flat!" she exclaimed, in a slightly hushed tone. She'd grown up with the buildings towering over her, and now that they were gone, she felt...scared, anxious. She'd never seen something this open before. She squeezed Hatsu's hand tighter, though she took special care to not accidentally unleash her full strength and grind his bones to dust. He might end up with a bruise or two, but nothing serious. She bit her lip and looked up at her friend, finding a small bit of courage within herself.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I am a hunter...A slayer of demons. I am strong. Stronger than any man here. I can do this. I can do this.</span>He shook a deep breath, mentally reassuring herself even as Hatsu bent over and whispered something in her ear. "Yeah, no kidding," she replied. "Who knows...Maybe we'll  get a chance to train a bit before we do anything, y'know...suicidal. I just hope that I -- we, live through this. I need someone to go with me into the world after this, y'know. This place is flatter than my chest and there's no way in hell I'm waiting for it to rebuild. It's  just going to be like junior high all over again, except with the city, not my boobs." She giggled lightly, an undertone of nervousness still very detectable. "But, uh...Yeah. Let's see what Death wants us to do..."<br/><br/>The redhead moved her gaze from Hatsu to Death, expectantly staring at him. "There's not really anywhere for us to move undetected, save for as a group under a cloaking shield. What can we do to make sure we don't attract the Reverend's attention?" she asked. "Is there a chance that any of the basements are intact? And -- Oh shit, is that Levin!?" She stared disbelievingly at the little showdown in front of the tower. She couldn't make out forms, that was too far away, but the sheer amount of blood she could see flying around in the air could only mean that her psychotic childhood friend was still alive. The fight seemed to come to an end as a massive fist, made of smoke and what looked like lava came from the ground and smashed the blood-fueled enigma known as Levin. She sighed. "Well, that's what he gets for trying to take the Reverend on..."