Levin weaved between the ruined buildings as he initiated his mission of bloodshed. Though, his path was soon impeded by an unfamiliar voice. He ceased his pursuit and turned toward the man that called out his name, Levin's face clearly displaying his anger.<br/><br/>"Who are you... how do you know my name!?" he exclaimed, pointing his knife at the silencer. "Are you one of them? Of course, of course you're one of them! You're one of the people hurting Sam! You wouldn't know me otherwise! You're all out to get us!"<br/><br/>The psychotic man's obsession clouded all common sense he once had. Everyone but Sam, to him, was an enemy. Even if they weren't, it would just be one less person in the world built for the object of his desire. He stepped backwards a few paces, turning his large knife from the silencer to his wrist.<br/><br/>---------------<br/><br/>Adeline certainly did feel like a field medic, cycling through "Patients" like tissues. When Ayl had left his students in her care, the young hunters scrambled up one by one. It had seemed some had actually taken the purple man's offer seriously, their injuries were akin to that of an actual battle. She surmised that some of the students were trying to catch their teacher's eye, and went all out on the their peers. Still, trying to kill your fellow man won't help win any wars; they really should go easier on each other.<br/><br/>Tiresias perched upon Adeline's shoulder to both serve as an annoyance to her, and a distraction to the students. She focused her energy around the students as they approached, making a faint greenish aura appear around them. The properties of the air surrounding the injured were manipulated, releasing a healing agent within their bodies when they inhaled it. It was quite an... awkward power for a demon such as this. Well, demons in general. Still, it got the job done, and it allowed her to feel helpful in a way that didn't involve dismemberment and decapitation.