Kurt flinched as the floor gave way and he found himself plummeting to another floor. He landed on his feet, just barely in time to listen to the Kabuki-Masked Man. As the boys appeared, he scowled. Robots, he thought to himself, It had to be robots…

He leaped behind a pillar nearby, same as Ryu. Only, he didn't have a weapon; he had himself. He turned to his other newly-found comrades, finding himself glaring at them. “Alright, I can hold them off for a bit. Might get hurt, but it's nothing I'm not used to.”

He sighed and focused on the thought and essence of transforming; what it felt like, what it made him do. After a moment or so, he felt gills return to their rightful place on his neck, causing the scarf to make it harder to breath. A fin slowly stretched out of his back, webbed-like feet replacing normal feet. White and bright teeth shone along with his blood-red eyes, making him look more like than beast he was.

He smirked much like a cunning demon, a dark monster in the night. He swiftly ran at an enemy, pushing it back before it could reach any of his teammates, especially the unprepared ones. Cuts began to show on his arms, legs, and torso, but he kept on biting into the robots and pushing them away.