Sam was starting to have fun, having found a second wind, most likely though Ahriman's power. She hacked and slashed and whirled through the forces, although she could start to feel her wounds dragging her down. She narrowly avoided another demon's claw when everything stopped. The demons fled, and Sam whirled around to see three Silencers facing off against Ayl.<br/><br/>She gasped. If they were truly as dangerous as Ayl had suggested, they'd kill him. She took a step forward, and it was like Ayl disappeared. He reappeared again, in front of one Silencer, stabbing it and sending it flying. Another weapon appeared, and the fight started.<br/>After a few seconds, the weapon became a scythe, and he cleaved the Silencer in half. One stood his ground, clearly the highest ranking of the three, and another went running. Sam giggled, Ayl made it look so easy, so she decided she'd have to go all-out and take out the fleeing Silencer. Her blade changed, the axehead slid to the middle, the sword blade spun around to the bottom side, and a thin blade shot out of the shaft of the weapon, effectively forming a large, singular blade, much taller than Sam herself was. She raised it above her head and spun it, charging the Silencer and kicking it in the back, straight into a building. It whirled around, trying to draw it's weapon, but Sam was too close; she rammed the blade at it with all her force.<br/>The Silencer caught the blade between it's hands, saving himself. It smirked at Sam, and she giggled. "Silly Silencer. I'm stronger than you'll ever be," she said, switching her grip so she was holding the switchaxe one-handed. She felt Ahriman give her strength, and she pushed on the sword. The blade sunk through the Silencer's chest, and through part of the building. Cracks snaked out from behind the Silencer, and Sam pulled her weapon out, folding it back to axe mode and leaning against the building to watch Ayl duel it out with the Silencer. Ayl's movements were like a dance of death, his ability to reshape and reform his weapon at will creating an acrobatic and graceful style. It was clear this was the weapon he excelled with, and with each passing moment the Silencer was losing ground. She winked at him. He'd kick it's ass.