Azrael felt like lunging at Sam when she went so far as to kick Lord Death-- when he was injured no less! Had she put any force behind that kick, or if the act wouldn't be a bother with Lord Death being right between them, he might have gone through with it. But... as defensive as he felt about it, there was no reason to go attacking the humans. In fact, it would only be a hindrance to what Lord Death was trying to accomplish here, especially with so few left.<br/><br/>Lord Death stood, tinted the walls a bit to dull the light, and explained some of what was going on to the gathered humans. For a human girl who had to established her own semi-permanent territory, or "home", she certainly had a difficult time staying still. They'd been in there for what? Ten minutes? And already she was complaining about a lack of training space. Well, he couldn't really blame her for wanting to be prepared when they were facing such a powerful enemy, but with Lord Death injured the one who'd have to do the renovating would probably be...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"You heard the girl, Azrael," spoke Death in an annoyed fashion, waving his hand dismissively. "Mind getting to work expanding our room here? I'll join you when I've rested a bit." </span><br/><br/>Azrael held in a sigh, "Right," he said obediently. His capabilities did allow him a bit of power over Death's realm, but not the complete control that Lord Death himself had over it. That coupled with his weakened state from being hosted by a human for about three months then gathering up much of his remaining energy to break that bond and recreate his physical form made this a rather daunting task. All the same, he was Lord Death's faithful servant, and he would follow his every command for eternity.<br/><br/>With a steady breath to steel himself for the task, Azrael turned to face the nearest wall, the one that Lord Death had been propped against moments before. The demon pushed out his hand until it and the wall made contact, then the fun started. A swirling light, the same swirling orange, blue and white that made up his surreal wings, came into being between his palm and the wall. After a deep breath, Azrael came to a strict attention, and the light spread along the wall remarkably fast until it had been completely encased. After that, the demon lowered his hand and the wall began to slowly move back, as if he were (which he was) bending the barrier to his will.<br/><br/>The demon continued this process with all the walls besides the one on the portal side. It still perhaps wasn't as big as what might have been a practically-sized training area for some of these Hunters, but that was as far as he could push things for now. The demon turned to Sam, a few beads of sweat visible along his hairline. "That's as big as I can make it for now. It can probably go a little bigger, but keep in mind: the bigger we make the space the farther we'll spread out the air. It doesn't really bode well for physical training if you can't breath, now does it?"<br/><br/>--------------------------<br/><br/>Hiei was able to stop shielding his eyes after Death dimmed the room a bit. He was grateful for that. Unfortunately, based on his words it sounded like this wasn't just going to be a thirty second shelter from the meteor. He was going to be stuck in here with the others until Death was feeling better.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Personally, I think this would be a wonderful time for you to practice your social skills,"</span>Alastor said.<br/><br/>Hiei offered no response this time, and Alastor took that to mean that conversation was over before it began.<br/><br/>---------------------------<br/><br/>Hatsu began to give slight movements as something deep down began stirring him back awake.<br/><br/>---------------------------<br/><br/>Owari watched the conversation take an interesting turn, but opted not to say anything. He was still just something of an assistant, or a student perhaps; he may accidentally give away something he shouldn't if he spoke too much, and it seemed they were branching into a delicate topic. Owari made sure the wine bottle was close by, as it might be needed very soon, depending on how things went from here.