The three Silencers took no time in reaching the location of battle. There they found the one they were sent to kill, a man with purple hair riding atop a large demon.<br/><br/>"Shit, he's riding it?! How the fuck did he pull that off?" shrieked one of the two mid-ranked Silencers, its mouth agape. The Silencer in the center, clearly a higher rank than the other two from his appearance alone, said nothing, instead just wearing a frown on his face and watching in disgust as the large demon was dispatched in seconds. He stepped to the edge of the building and jumped off, followed closely by the other two, and continued slowly walking towards the man. When he was reasonably close, he stopped moving and looked up at him, eyes burning with rage. "<span style="font-style: italic">Maaier,</span>I ask that you halt this nonsense at once. Do not force my blade to find its way across your throat," he threatened, scowling at him and reaching for his weapon.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------<br/><br/>As they reached a larger clearing, Ayl pulled back on his makeshift reigns, stopping the beast he was riding. A smirk found its way across his face as realization dawned. "Now things are getting interesting," he said quietly. He pulled his hand up, releasing the threads and jumping to the ground. A few seconds later, the needles in the demons head exploded, scrambling its brains inside of its head as it fell over dead.<br/><br/>Ayl's hand hovered over his pouch, waiting for the moment it would be needed as a group of 3 Silencers approached them. His other hand shot out horizontally in an attempt to make Sam and everyone else stand back. Every demon in the surrounding area stopped their assault, either watching the Silencers or retreating back into the shadows.<br/><br/>Ayl listened to the Silencer's words, and simply chuckled. After a few moments, he replied; "I'd like to see you try." In a move faster than humanly possible, Ayl reached into his pouch, pulling out a cylinder identical to the first he used. This he immediately formed into another blade like the one he was using as he shot forward, stabbing it into one of the mid-Silencers faster than any of them could react. The force shot it backwards a few feet, and Ayl ran after it again, thrusting the other sword directly into the first, their darkness linking together. A trained eye would notice that the handle of the first blade was rammed forward from the blow, making the weapon resemble more of a quarterstaff, with a handle on either end of a pole of concentrated darkness. The Silencers eyes, now inches from Ayl's, grew wide in fear, the look on Ayl's face terrifying him to the core.<br/><br/>Ayl gripped the handle closest to him and reached his other hand forward, grasping onto the pole of darkness. The handle farthest from him slowly began turning, a wave of energy emanating from it as it formed a blade, angled vertically off the pole; a flawless Scythe. He pulled the weapon back towards himself until the blade hit the Silencers flesh; Even this, however, offered little resistance. He heaved the weapon upward, slicing clean through the entire upper half of the Silencer and sending it flying through the air, showering blood and entrails everywhere. Neither Ayl nor the high-Silencer moved an inch, both facing away from eachother and becoming covered in red. The other mid-Silencer slowly backed away in horror, before spinning around and breaking off into a full sprint.. straight towards the other Hunters.<br/><br/>"I'll give you one chance to turn around and walk away," Ayl said, in a voice significantly different than his usual one. "I will not," replied the other, drawing his weapon. The two remained silent for a few moments, before simultaneously spinning around and locking blades.