((I'm back~!!))<br/><br/>Hatsu had been so absorbed in the big open space that he didn't even notice the fight going on in front of the tower. With nothing at all around them, it felt like he was flying on his board. It was disorienting to have that sensation while his feet were still on the ground. He was pulled out of being stunned when Sam started talking, bringing up things they had to think about, and then directing everyone's attention to "Levin."<br/><br/>Hatsu hadn't met Levin yet. Coincidentally, on most of the occasions that psychotic hunter was out wreaking havoc, he was off training in a secluded area, or just plain not around. Looking at the battle from so far away, and not being aware of this Levin's powers, Hatsu had no idea what was going on, or where all of that blood was coming from. Hatsu didn't normally get queasy at the sight of blood, but for there to be so much that he could make it out from here, that set his stomach on edge.<br/><br/>Near what must have been the end of the fight, a giant hand came out of no where and slammed into the ground, probably crushing someone beneath it.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Well, that's what he gets for trying to take the Reverend on..."</span>Sam sighed. That lead Hatsu to think that the Levin she'd mentioned had just been crushed into paste on the pavement. Again, not knowing who Levin was, Hatsu felt kind of bad for the guy. He had to be an idiot to take on the Reverend on his own.... Take on the Reverend...! Hatsu swung his head quickly between Sam and the giant hand. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed, shock altering his grasp of the English language. "<span style="font-style: italic">That's</span>the Reverend?!" He pulled up the hand that wasn't being bruised by Sam and swept it through his chopped-up hair, forcing himself to think rather than freak out. It was getting difficult to stay calm with Yami throwing a demon temper-tantrum inside his head.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"My city! My precious city!"</span>the demon wailed hysterically.<span style="font-style: italic">"I'll kill him! I'll kill the Reverend AND Lucifer! No level of torture is enough for them alone to make amends! Blood must be spilt from them and all of their followers! I'll fucking--"</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Shut up, Yami,</span>Hatsu thought.<span style="font-style: italic">You sound like a three year old. At least rant where I can't hear you; I'm trying to think.</span>A hot wave pulsed through his body, which he suspected was Yami's way of demonstrating that he was still pissed off, even though he would keep his raving thoughts to himself.<br/><br/>"I don't think there's any way we'll be taking on<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>anytime soon," Hatsu said. "Right now, all of us are either just too weak or not at full strength. Also, Death, not that I don't appreciate the hiding spot, since it guarantees we won't be spotted, but I don't know if we can get adequate training done in there. Maybe when you're feeling better we could arrange it more suitably, but for now that's just too much trouble." He paused for a moment as he processed ideas and possibilities in his mind. "Do your portals have to be in relative space, or can you open one from our spot in the void to anywhere? If so, would it work to send those who want to train somewhere else for set time intervals? That would also help save the air in the void longer, for those who want to stay inside. And some of us could gather food if there's an opportunity. Does that sound like a possibility?"<br/><br/>---------------------------<br/><br/>After a while, Azrael got bored. That was a bad sign; it meant he wasn't helping as much as he should. An idea came to him and he focused his energies. He'd had a link with Abaddon before, maybe he could pick that up again.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Abaddon? Can you hear me?</span>the keeper of souls called.<br/><br/>There was a static-like sound that hurt his head, then a voice picked up on the other end.<span style="font-style: italic">What do you want?</span>Abaddon asked, sounding irritated, like he'd been interrupted.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Can you see it from where you are?</span>Azrael asked.<span style="font-style: italic">How does the city look?</span><br/><br/>There was a pause.<span style="font-style: italic">What city?</span>the demon of destruction asked bitterly, pointedly.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I see...</span>Azrael replied soberly.<span style="font-style: italic">Where are you? Is the tower still standing?</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">It is. But we have left it.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Left the tower? Has the Reverend gone too?</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Things have become complicated. Let's just say that the Reverend will need a change in staff. Also, give this message to Lord Death when you get the chance: first, blue is not the only color in the rainbow; second, ONLY the tower was spared. Strike while their forces are few. If you are unable, leave to somewhere safe as soon as possible.</span>Azrael didn't get a say in the matter, the connection ended there. He paused as something hit him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Abaddon said "Lord Death,"</span>he thought, eyes wide.