A giggle escaped the lips of a certain small redhead as she watched Ayl's training session. She was sitting on a windowsill on the third floor. "Got 'em, Ayl," she said, though she was fairly sure nobody could hear her. She could see something flying towards the group, then hit the ground. It was a winged humanoid, masculine and somewhat familiar. "Atma...?" The girl watched him crash, then threw off her trench coat, jumping down from the window. She hit the ground lightly, rolling to make it easier, then stood up, dusting herself off. Sam bathed and found a new set of clothes from the day before. Her hair wasn't put it up in it's usual ponytail, instead cascading down her shoulders. She wore a dark green shirt with sleeves that went to her elbows, a leather pauldron on her left shoulder, and a black vest. She wore tan cargo pants that were somewhat form-fitting, though not overly tight, and black shoes. A slim silver bracelet circled her right wrist, a mid-sized black stone set in the center. At some time during the night, she'd also acquired a combat knife, which was strapped to her thigh.<br/><br/>She approached the trainees, running her fingers through her hair with one hand, while the other held her switchaxe. A few glanced at her, though most still seemed to be shying away from Ayl, who seemed to be beating the hell out of someone. Sam couldn't really be bothered to check who it was. "You know, you have a better chance of hitting him when you attack in groups," she hinted, slowly advancing towards Ayl. A few Hunters stepped forward, apparently manning up to impress Sam. She stabbed her weapon into he ground and cracked her knuckles, then charged at Ayl, two other Hunters actually going through with the group attacking plan.