Pride doesn't move, merely lets his shadows withdraw from around Sokka and Winry - they're fleeing, the cowards, so they're not worth his time - to curve around his host body, deflecting the flames. He doesn't particularly care that Winry's let the cat out of the bag, so to speak, though he does shoot a glare in her direction. Let her enjoy that hateful expression on her lover, if nothing else. She asked for this by seeking out his true self.

And to think, he'd been about to politely break things off with her... now it's all going to hell.

When the earthbending twists the ground at his feet, he backflips away, the growing darkness beneath him lashing out to retaliate against the both of them, teeth bared. Maybe if he slices off a few limbs they'll understand how interested he is in talking things out.