The creature on the left jumped into the air, several spans above Kaito's head. The creature on the right followed suit, soaring above Kaito; both landed behind him, on top of each other, their forms combining into one massively misshapen beast. Now much slower, it moved not to swipe at Kaito himself, but to grab at his blades. Now with dozens of unpredictable arms, its huge form was nearly overwhelming.

Meanwhile, the stationary beast at the front had solidified into a singular shape. It had chosen to mimic Kaito, complete with the mask, the flowing hair, and the blades. Watching intently, the silhouette seemed to practice, reflecting Kaito's motions in due fashion. As he fought against the other beasts, it began to extrapolate, and think on its own. It used Kaito's style- what it had observed, to assume its own stance and movements, developing a strategy of its own. Once Grey was satisfied that it was prepared, the beast rested, and, mockingly, took off its mask, and began to polish it with nonexistent oils. 

Grey's face twitched with concentration, as she suppressed a yawn. Her lack of sleep was catching up with her- she had woken at sunset, and she had now surpassed her usual waking hours by just a bit too long. The exhaustion was almost enough for her to lose her cool, but she just barely managed to maintain her calm.