A smirk crossed Ayl's face at Sam's words. He did not respond to her vocally; Instead, he continued walking forward, staring straight ahead unblinkingly. He reached the center of the street and stopped moving; a dark aura began to emanate from his right hand, steadily growing more and more intense.<br/><br/>As it reached its peak, his arm shot out, a tendril of concentrated darkness cutting through the air at incredible speeds, into a shadow nearby. Ayl turned quickly to face the same direction, yanking his arm back while shoving the other hand forward. The tendril receded, bringing with it a demon that had been hiding in the shadows; his other hand grabbed the demon's throat as it sped towards him, resulting in it flailing about in midair, Ayl's fist wrapped tight around it's airway. A red glare could be seen in Ayl's previously black eye, accompanied by a devilish grin. "Didja miss me?" he asked as he clenched his fist with inhuman intensity, causing the demon's throat to rupture, spraying blood everywhere as its body and head fell to the ground, limp and lifeless.<br/><br/>Within moments, hundreds upon thousands of roars pierced the skies, as demons began spilling out of every conceivable location; buildings, shadows, sewers, some even seemingly out of thin air. Ayl simply smiled, shaking the blood off his fist as he casually walked forward, into the heart of the city.