Ayl grunted as Sam slammed into him with the force of a thousand trainwrecks, nearly knocking the wind out of him. "Hey watch it, that's still sore," he complained. "And that's<span style="font-style: italic">Mister Sir</span>Ayl Motherfucker to you. Haven't I told you I'm invincible before?" he added, a pained grin falling across his face as she backed away. "Good thing I came back when I did.. You guys would have ended up dead; he's got as much punch as you do, kid." This was obviously directed towards Sam, but he emphasized it by punching her in the shoulder. "He won't be getting back up for at least 20 minutes or so though, that darkness oughta.. keep him in place.."<br/><br/>Without warning, Ayl suddenly fell to his knees, collapsing on the ground. His eyes shut and he was completely immobile, the sounds of his companions quickly fading away as he blacked out.<span style="font-style: italic">Shit.. It's falling apart..</span>