After Matt confirmed that things were alright, Kyle let out a sigh of relief, glad to see everyone was managing so well; especially since most of them seemed to mix messily with some memories. "It'll heal," he casually replied. Though he wouldn't say it, he was grateful for how short and simple their conversation was. He'd heard more information about his other teammates lives in the past few minutes than he'd needed to - many going on about their personalities and coolness than the powers they had. With the march of an army finally pouring in, and more creatures popping out from the earth, discussing strategy would have to wait; either until the next wave ended or they learned to coordinate mid-combat. Aiming for the latter, Kyle put the excess out of mind and followed Matt's example - he started fighting. If he had acted like a demon before, now he was going to look the part. In mere moments, his skin became black, the burn on his hands simply following suit as his hair and face were similarly consumed. Now looking through red eyes, and speaking through a malicious grin, the familiar voice whispered, "Let's go," slicing through monsters with sharpened claws. But after catching wind off what Jake said, and his own intuition about the approaching army, Kyle immediately changed course. Without sparing it a thought, he raced by his teammates to charge the army, prepared to draw fire while they sorted themselves out...or until he ended the army. Either would work.