Thomas grinned to himself as he dodged and weaved, his spells surprisingly effective on the Cy-bug given that it didn't have the magical resistance of a Heartless. To be honest, it was a tad scary to see what magic could do to actual things, but it was a power he had long ago gotten used to. Lightning slammed into the back torso given that it was the highest point, while fire burned at it's legs and allowed him to hack away at it with his Keyblade, eventually severing one, then another and another until it was immobile. He did get some of the thing's blood on him in the process, but he ignored it for the most part as he moved in battle, and Calhoun blasted the thing. 

He jumped away as Calhoun pulled out an extra large gun (How many guns did she actually have), and killed it at last. He put on a grin, buoyed by the success at least a little, the pain he had from darkness lessening slightly as he rejoined Calhoun, sending away his armor and Keyblade, while turning to face Joshua who seemed to have finished off his Cy-bug as well, to no real surprise on Thomas's part. If there was anyone that could handle one of those things, it was Joshua. Well, and Reno/Oner, but that was hardly a fair contest as it was. He supposed he should amend the statement to say 'Of the normal people', since Reno/Oner wasn't normal, no matter what appearances might be put on, mentally as well as physically.

He stood there with arms folded, listening to the conversation about what to do, and how to handle this threat. "So, I don't suppose you've got an army or something ready to kill all these things, do you? Since getting everyone out only seems to solve half the problem, at least from where I'm standing," he said to add his opinion. Then there was an explosion, which drew his gaze as well as everyone elses, to see debris in the air.

"Do they normally do explosions," he asked, Calhoun the only real expert on Cy-bugs they had here. If she didn't know, then none of them would. Still, things had gotten a bit more difficult now. "Well, guess we split up then. Me or Joshua can take Felix to go warn the townsfolk via Glider, while the other goes with Calhoun to see whatever the hell that was," he said, offering the suggestion and glancing at Calhoun. He was acutely aware that this moment, more than ever, she was a leader, a commander, someone who took people and used their energies to achieve a goal, who deserved and earned respect, while he was mediocre at best. He was barely the spokesperson o the group, and it wasn't like people listened to him beyond when the decision was blindingly obvious anyway. He had no qualifications to be in charge beyond Nagi's random choice. And he was afraid of embarrassing himself in front of Calhoun, and thus having Joshua dislike and not respect him that much more, though deep down he knew his suggestion was reasonable in this circumstance.