Sam's body seemed to fail her at the perfect moment. She threw one last punch, obliterating a golem, then fell to her knees. The blades she that she expected to pierce through her never came; rather, Death's cocoon shot out dozens of tendrils that swooped up the Hunters' frozen adversaries. A double-bladed scythe then shredded the golems faster than they could appear. Judging by the large amount of enemies, and the lack of three Hunter groups, Sam assumed the worst. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself, shivering violently.<br/><br/>Then she heard a voice that she was sure she wouldn't hear again.<br/><br/>Immediately, Sam bolted to her feet and whirled around, a slightly angry expression on her face. "Ayl, you bastard! Get me a fucking coat so I can yell at you more!" she screamed, walking up and kicking him in the shin. She glared at him for a few seconds before her expression softened and she wrapped her arms around him momentarily. "I don't care that you're Death, it's so much easier to communicate with you like this," she hissed at him, letting go and retreating to Hatsu's side, where she attached herself in an attempt to keep warm. "Aside from the fact that I've seen two Hunters die, twelve haven't returned." She didn't really know what else to do aside from actually answer his question.