((Isolated timeskip, just to get Ayl's part done and ready for the upcoming one))<br/><br/>Hours passed uneventfully, Ayl watching the rookies train amongst themselves, occasional questions and answers chiming through the transceivers as they battled. He had to wonder exactly where those demons had come from; there weren't usually such large groups just wandering around randomly. No, there had to be more purpose to it.. But if his enemies were aware of their hideout's location, they would have sent more than some pathetic minor demons to dispatch him. He sat there in consideration for a while, but eventually gave up, shaking his head. Perhaps it was just coincidence. A bunch of demons hearing the sounds of the rookies training and grouping up to investigate, maybe. Worrying about it wouldn't change anything, he just needed to keep his guard up more than usual.<br/><br/>Late in the day, when the sun was starting to set, Ayl radioed in and told the group to meet up back at the hideout, that training was over. He hopped down from his building again, casually walking to their home base instead of jumping through the shadows. When he arrived this time, everybody was gathered already and waiting for him.<br/>"Good work out there, everyone. I'm impressed at how fast you're improving; we just might make men out of you yet," he said with a smirk. He went over some basic mistakes they were making and suggestions for each of them before sending them on their way, back into the hideout for rest and relaxation.<br/><br/>Once all the rookies were gone, Ayl sighed to himself. The training was necessary, but also pretty boring for him. He knew nobody else had his expertise in battle, though; he was really the only choice for this, and he wasn't about to abandon them any time soon. His entire goal was to ensure that as many of the Hunters survived as was possible, after all. Lack of activity was both a good and bad thing right now. It gave him the time he needed to get the rookies ready without interruption.. but the calm before the storm was never a good sign. He looked toward the sky for a moment, a serious expression on his face, before zipping off through the shadows once again.