As the battle raged on, Sam watched Ayl with wide eyes. The Silencer seemed like he was evenly matched with Ayl, though he still seemed to have the upper hand. She cringed when Ayl was sent flying into a building, only to counter with a nasty concrete slam. The Silencer, Gabriel, stood up and walked out of the dust cloud as if nothing happened. Some words were exchanged, and Ayl was suddenly stabbed through the heart and pinned to the wall. Sam froze, only a slight whimper escaping her lips. "Ayl..." She took a few steps forward, one hand outstretched. "No....no, no, no, no..." her voice quivered nervously, tears escaping her eyes. If Ayl was dead, they didn't have a chance.<br/><br/>Then he suddenly gripped Gabriel's throat, whispered something in his ear, and tossed him away like a ragdoll. He snapped the spike, then started walking away. Sam charged into him with what must have been force equivalent to a freight train, wrapping him in a hug. She buried her face in his chest, then pulled away, looking up at him with her still tear-filled eyes. "Ayl, you motherfucker. I thought you were dead," she said, her voice carrying an odd mixture of anger, sadness and relief. She wiped her eyes, returning her expression to a slightly defiant one. "Don't do that again," she commanded, punching him playfully in the gut (though with her strength it probably wasn't so gentle). She heaved a sigh, then grabbed his hand. "Alright, let's get the fuck out of here."