Kylo shakes his head, watching the blonde rush forward and strike out at the fiery beast. He had been watching in awe as the large monster with bladed hands burned, actually proud of his handy work. It was still alive but it was suffering immensely and to his satisfaction. He would see it to it's death.

He had no weapon but the force, but he could wield it to his advantage. Kylo uses it to tear at the burning monster, pulling one of it's bladed hands from its socket to drop at his feet. He intended to use it as a weapon, to kill the two beasts if he could or defend himself in the attempt they made on his life.

He runs forward with an enraged cry, diving as low as he can out of reach of the burning monster's other hand and aiming to hack at one of his legs. It wasn't a lightsaber in his hands but it would do. It would strike the blow he needed it to. Leaving the girls - Helena, the blonde was called - to their own devices was all fine and good. He was enjoying the carnage, enjoying the thrill of battle. It left his blood pumping and his body pushed to it's limit. This was what made him feel truly alive.