Ayl watched as their opponent ranted and raved before coating himself in blood and running off, leaving them with an underwhelming threat. He turned his head to Sam, a serious look on his face, and crossed his arms. "Sam, I think you're almost as insane as our little friend," he sighed. "You're lucky he didn't decide to stab you with that knife. It's more than obvious he was mentally unstable; you can never tell what people like that are going to do. You're too overconfident, and it's going to get you killed." He shook his head as he scolded her, before turning in the direction of the hideout and beginning to walk. "Let's go. I'm still worried about the newbies, even more so if there are people like that around. He didn't seem like a Silencer, but that might prove to make him an even more dangerous threat, and I highly doubt we've seen the last of him."