The fight seemed to drag on forever as Sam waited. No way that the Vaan kid would be able to stand up to Death, right? She relaxed for a little bit, but it still seemed to the redhead that the two fighting inside would be at it for hours.<br/><br/>When Death finally emerged, he stood and surveyed the crowd for a little bit. Anaka lunged forward, screaming that she was going to kill him. "Anaka, stop!" she shouted, but it was too late. The woman was writing on the ground with blood pouring out of every orifice. A demon appeared, who must have been the demon she was hosting. The two exchanged words, and Sam stepped forward, arms crossed. She looked the Grim Reaper up and down, the one she used to call Ayl. "Good job," she remarked quietly.<br/><br/>Her arms fell back to her sides as she turned around, walking off. She'd talk to him later, if he was in the guise of Ayl again.<span style="font-style: italic">So my friend was death all along...</span>she thought bitterly as she continued on towards her private hideout. This one wasn't safe anymore, but thankfully hers wasn't known by any other but Ay-<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Death</span>.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ayl is the Reaper, Sam. He isn't your friend. He's the embodiment of Death. Just stop thinking about him...</span><br/>She stuffed her hands in her pockets as she walked, feeling overly frustrated without much of a reason why.<span style="font-style: italic">I'll deal with it all later...</span>