Ayl continued on in his forward path as the fight raged, determined to keep it from staying in one area. The longer they did, the more demons would build up, so his plan was constant movement, slaying the tougher demons as he came across them, while letting Sam handle the lesser ones. It was a fine strategy, and worked to great effect for a time; however, after Ayl finished off his dozenth mid-demon, he glanced back at her, and it was clear she was starting to feel fatigued.<br/><br/>She made her way over to him and spoke, and he chuckled a bit at her words. "I keep forgetting you're still new to this, Sam," he said, reaching down to the pouch at his side and unzipping it. A few seconds later, he pulled out what appeared to be a pure black hollow cylinder with perforations along the side, the entire thing fitting neatly into the palm of his hand. "Guess I need to pick up your slack then," he teased, tossing the object into the air a few times. When he finished his sentence, he suddenly pulled his arm back, winding it up, and tossed the object forward - it flew at incredible speeds, and only a trained eye would notice the transformation that occured.<br/><br/>Out of one end of the hollow tube streamed a flow of darkess, unbelievably intense and concentrated. All through its flight, it shifted and moved until finally forming a blade; a katana to be specific, which bore its way straight into the head of yet another mid-demon. The demon reeled back in surprise, reaching for its head to remove the object, but it was already too late. Ayl had disappeared into a shadow the moment he threw the sword, reappearing in the shadow of the beast and leaping onto its shoulders. He grasped the black cylinder, which formed the handle of his sword, and ripped it vertically out of the demons skull, rending its skull in half and sending blood and brains everywhere.<br/><br/>Ayl backflipped off of its shoulders as it collapsed to the ground, landing neatly next to a group of demons. He set his palm on the ground, creating a cluster of tendrils similar to the one he used earlier, which each lashed out and pulled one of the demons into a neat little pile. Ayl smirked, watching them squirm around in an attempt to escape, before severing each and every one of their heads in one swift blow, aided by his ability to lengthen his weapon at will. He knew the ease with which he dispatched those demons would call the attention of the others in the area, and so with a flourish of his blade, he ran to the north, trying to pull them off and give Sam some breathing room.