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Midnight didn't bother dealing with the archer boys arrow, the projectile flying wide as the living energy being merely letting it fly beside his head without a care. It woukd need to hit something. To detonate much like the others had and so was given no further thought.
The Archer himself was a coward and Midnight merely shrugged at their departure as if it did not matter. Truthfully, it didn't. Not to him at least. When Dieselpunk rolled up and transformed, he tucked himself into the passenger seat and sat in silence. 

Rolling up to white skull and the rest of the gathered Black Tree villains, Midnight looked at their various injuries with something akin to disdain. Lacking any facial expression beyond the eerie glow of purple that represented his eyes it would be impossible to tell his true thoughts.

"Calm yourself, Verdrehte." The flexible quirk boy was eager. Blindingly so. That much was obvious at a glance and no doubt with a hero squad on the way, with the groups injuries, the fight would be one-sided failure on their part. 

Addressing White Skull, Midnight crossed his arms and continued. "I take it we are departing. Be on with it then."