Clear smirked, an unusual and unexpected reaction to what the older male had said, but he couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement. The boy was certainly interesting, especially with the cute little dancing music notes. "Listen, you guys start to run. I'll see if I can set a few of these things on fire and get them off our butts, ok?" The hero, the red haired boy named Pyro spoke out, his words made Muto smile more. He really was trying to be a hero and stand up to those things by himself, not that it ever worked in real-life. He snapped his fingers and so appeared a flame, ready to be thrown straight at the creatures. "I'll leave," a familiar voice sounded from to the side, Muto glanced over to the young white-haired boy. "But it has nothing to do with you, creature. The situation is obviously useless. Why would I stick around to see you morons get your asses handed to you?" The boy was definitely cute, stubbornly cute. He had no idea what running would do to his life; it would save it.
Clear huffed as he span around and took a few steps in the direction away from the group, however he stopped and glanced over his shoulder, meeting with the eyes of Muto for a moment, however he seemed much more interested in the scene going on behind the blue-haired male. Muto also turned his attention upon the group, watching them as they defeated the shadow-creatures one by one by using their own special powers. It was certainly interesting to see how each of their minds worked, their inner desires. Something which was just plain weird was how the other blue-hair boy fought, he spit -- literally -- on the ground and used it to grow a plant of some sort, throwing it straight at the hoard. "Also, if I could actually know your guys' names, that would be a lot better then not knowing. Oh, and if anyone can fight...?" Pyro spoke out as he looked back towards the hoard trapped.
As the white-haired boy dealt with the other problem arising -- a new shadow double, Muto walked in a calmed manner towards Pyro and Kain. With each foot step left a trail of blood amongst the floor, his hands were dripping with the paint too. He put a single bloody hand upon Pyro's shoulder and smiled to him, however kept his attention focused on the remaining shadowy beings. "Muto," he replied, glancing side ways for a split second before taking his hand away and holding it out to the side. It took an enormous amount of energy but he created a large knife-like weapon in his hand, even that dripped with blood, obscuring the reflection of the metal. Muto fell forward a step as his energy depleted with creating such a large weapon, however he ground his teeth together and straightened himself up, holding the murderous weapon at his side.
He glared forward at the last few shadowy creatures, there was only two but he wouldn't give them time to reproduce (if that was possible). He swung the weapon in a swift motion, slicing straight through one of the creatures, the other had backed away by now. "Want to avenge your friend?!" Muto yelled out and emitted an insane laughter, lunging forward and slicing numerous times at the creature. It had disappeared with only a few hits, however he got carried away and continued to swing until he became exhausted. The weapon disappeared from his hands and his head fell forward, lips parting to laugh quietly to himself. "F***ing creatures," Muto mumbled under his breath, stumbling forward as he turned to the group and forced himself to stand up straight with a faint smile, insanity still shown clearly in his eyes. Muto definitely wasn't the purest of the group.