"We had a nice little chat, but then he decided to be an immature little bitch and spill his tomato juice all over my nice, clean clothes," he responded, with a laugh caused by the expressions he got preceding him unwrapping the intestine cloth and tossing it in the garbage, figuring everybody would have figured it out by then. He took a seat across from Atma and turned his attention to him. "Nineteen more of them you say? Hey, maybe they'll actually give me a challenge if they all attack at once.<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe.</span>" He decided to let Sam recount the battle, as a spectator to the fight would probably tell a more interesting tale than he. Ayl chose to focus his mind on its thoughts; he kept up his showmanship in front of the group to reassure them, but the force the enemy was amassing sounded bad - really bad. None of these other Hunters were ready for it, save perhaps Atma. They needed to train, and they needed to train hard, if any one of them wanted to see this war to its finish. He decided he would start training them as best he could starting tomorrow; everyone deserved a break after the events of the present day.<br/><br/>((I added a piece to Ayl's outfit that I forgot yesterday, it's edited into my post describing the new clothes))