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As the soldiers readied their weapons, the electrified air began to buzz in front of Mai. It began to form into a humanoid shape, and then with an explosion of light, Ryteb appeared. He no longer had that pained look of hunger, instead replaced with his usual air of mischief. Rubbing his head, he looked around to see the soldiers preparing again to fire at him and Mai. Chuckling, he said;

"See, a melee fighter would be useless here. I mean, there's about a hundred of you, and you all have gonnes. But unfortunately for you guys... Fira."

Ordinarily, this spell wouldn't be that powerful, but Ryteb held the keyblade Prometheus, and the electrified environment naturally boosted fire magic. Fire roared through the street around Ryteb and Mai, incinerating anything that dared to enter their path. When the flames died down, the young mage turned to his companion, and gave a broad grin.

"...I'm a sorcerer!" he said, chuckling slightly. Being able to properly use fire magic again felt so good. It was like eating your favourite foods, the moment you experience it you remember why it was so very delicious.


Retsam tapped his head in thought. After a few seconds, he lowered his hand and began to make a gesture. Around Taka, the Heartless began to combine into two large massive orbs of darkness. The orbs began to crack, and exploded into two Guard Armors, ready to destroy Taka.

"Honestly, you just seem to be a nuisance... so I'll let these guys handle you..."
You know, Taka's comment didn't really bother Ryteb, but the fact that the enemies were just ignoring him and Taka really pissed him off. To cap it all off, the king bastard himself had appeared. He garbed himself in the robe of a master, making his appearance even more infuriating. The darkness swirled around his feet, allowing him to float above everyone else.

"Ah, the Emperor's Lackeys..." he spoke, with that arrogant tone that always pissed off Ryteb, "And the Seeker as well... Lavina is going to freak out when she learns about this." He let out a chuckle, but there was little humour to the laugh. It put the listeners in mind of a cat who has just cornered a particularly juicy mouse. Raising his hand, the bastard made a gesture. Heartless were sucked towards him, and melted down into darkness. The darkness coalesced into a dark spear, which he sent flying towards Mai.

If Ryteb was pissed before, he was positively livid now. How dare Retsam ignore him, how dare he act like a master, and how fucking dare he attack someone other than him. Using Stonra, he used the rubble caused by his quakes, and other mages' attacks, to form a shield to block the spear. Well, fine then. If Retsam was ignoring him, then he'll just have to make him notice him. He took a deep breath and began to chant.

"These are the paths of Destruction. The Water extinguishes Fire, Fire consumes the Air, the Air erodes the Earth, the Earth nullifies Lightning, Lightning destroys the Water." As he chanted, energy began to crackle around him, blasting back any Heartless that got too close, "These are the paths of Creation. From the burning of Flames comes the ash of Earth, from the mountains of Earth comes the rivers of Water, from the boiling of Water comes the clouds of Air, from the storms of Air comes the ferocity of Lightning, from the striking of Lightning comes the beginnings of Fire. I call forth the Lightning to break the power of Water and create the strength of Fire."

As he finished the chant, energy that had been forming around him condensed into an orb. As soon as it had formed, it shot off towards the centre of the rainstorm before exploding in a brilliant flash of light. When the light returned to normal, the rainstorm had evaporated, both clearing everyone's line of sight and allowing Ryteb to use his offensive techniques again. At the same time, it had also taken a bunch of energy out of him. His stomach began to growl in hunger.

"Food. Now. Baka." Ryteb growled at Taka, clutching his stomach and dropping down to his knees. Overhead, Retsam began to laugh again, though this time there was a sick joy to it.

"Well, well, well... I didn't notice that the golden goose was accompanied by a fox pup. I guess it must be hunting season. Gentlemen, if you would." He gestured, and his army redoubled their assault, now slightly focusing on the hunger stricken Ryteb, but Mai was still their main target. "Food..." Ryteb groaned as the Heartless were beating the crap out of him.

@SMS @ShadowVentus
As the rain fell, Ryteb began to laugh. This was no natural rain, but instead a conjuration by a mage. Obviously Retsam had been expecting his arrival, and probably had magical sensors all over the town. Not to mention that he had apparently taught others the ways of magic, a heinous act for one not recognised as a Master, but then again so was destroying your homeworld.

The youth exited the allyway to find a street filled with Heartless and Nazis, though something was off about the dark beings. They were the typical Soldier heartless you got when a townsperson becomes a Heartless, but at the same time there was a militaristic discipline to them that was quite unlike the conventional Heartless. Around their necks were magical collars, which seemed to be linked to a floating orb. It looked to be a modified version of a communication orb, housed in some abominable technological contraption. Did the bastard have no respect for magic anymore? Upon his exit onto the street, a group of these strange Heartless began to move to attack the youth. Well, Fire magic was as good as sealed by this downpour, so perhaps a different technique was in order. Let's see, Lightning was probably a bad idea, and Air was mostly a utility element. That left either water or earth. Hmm... let's be educational.

Ryteb took a breath, and started to speak. "Right, so there are 5 core elements in magic, each of whom is strong against one but weak against another. Simple stuff, but what's interesting is what happens when you apply a technique from one element to another. Aero functions by vibrating the air to form a powerful gust of wind, but what if you applied this to the ground? Behold, Quake!"

As he said this, he preformed a series of gestures similar to the casting of Aero, but at the point of release, he slammed his hand into the ground, causing the ground in front of him to wildly shake and erupt, instantly killing some of the Heartless, and gravely injuring the rest.

"And for my next trick, I'll make good use of this weather. Shall we turn this light shower into a deluge? Watera!"

This time he gestured, and the water that was around them began to pool into a tidal wave that washed over the Heartless, wiping out the stragglers. That was one group down, and an entire city to get through, as well as Retsam. He turned his head around, and addressed the others.

"Did anyone remember the packed lunches? I told them this would take a while..." As he said this, he summoned his keyblade, and readied himself for another Quake. Quake was one of his most stamina draining spells, but with this storm preventing him from utilizing the Thunder and Fire lines, it was his only powerful offensive spell. Not good.

@ShadowVentus @SMS
That man... Drake... really pissed Ryteb off. He assumed that just because they weren't freaks of nature like him, that they were inferior. And not understanding about death? The young mage let out a chuckle at that, one of the tenants of Odin's training was being one with nature. That wasn't the frilly flowers and birds crap, it was about the order of the food chain, and the part death played in the world. For life to continue, death was necessary. If people didn't understand that, then they'd never be able to wield elemental magic.

The fey woman, Cheese, handed out some charms to everyone. Ryteb took it and wrapped it around his wrist. It was a kind gift, but wasted on him. In his heart, the boy knew that at best he had a few weeks left, so it was best not to get attached to anyone. When Mac spoke about blending in, the boy subtly used some magic to transform his robe. Instead of an apprentice's robe, it was now a green blazer with a crest on the back. It was the alchemical symbol for fire with the Arabic version of the number 2 over it. Odin had picked the symbol for him a long time ago, and it only seemed right to use it when going into battle.

Teleporting was something that Ryteb would never get used to. He may have come from a world of highly advanced magic, but teleporting was always kind of sickening. Especially if you've just eaten. Shaking of the sickness, he looked around to see that his group had teleported into some kind of allyway in a city. Another bloody city. This one seemed to have more of a sinister feel to it, but still...

"Right... this Nazi party has more than likely become Retsam's tool." he said to the others, "He always was a bit of a control freak. So, to draw him out we should break his toys."
Ryteb raised his hand, as something was weighing on his mind. Mostly Retsam, but there was a more pressing concern.

"So, your sending us into deep enemy territory, where Retsam and the people he's trained in the mystic arts are, along with an army of both humans with... gonnes?.. and the Heartless. Simple question here, anyone gonna pack us a lunch? Fighting a hoard really builds up an appetite."

In his head, the youth already started making calculations about spell efficiency and the general elemental resistances that they were likely to encounter. It was still going to be a shit storm, but he did have some ways to mitigate the bullcrap.

Looking at his companions for this mission, he sighed. It was a girl in some kind of weird dress, and a guy who dressed like Retsam during his angst period. He could almost hear "Wake Me Up Inside" playing from the music orbs. Of course he rigged it so that it played "Happy Happy Song" on an endless loop, but still...
Ryteb looked up to the sky, and stuck out his hand. Flames erupted in the shape of a fox, which began running about the young mage's body. It helped the boy to have something to focus on, to take himself out from the complexities of the world. Honestly, the thing about the multiple worlds made sense, but then he was a student of Thaumaturgy, the study of wonders. It was the human things, the people he was supposed to work with, that confused him.

"I... can't accept darkness." the youth said, as the fox began to race through the air, "And I despise anyone who would let the darkness permeate their being. So I hate Drake, I hate Retsam..." 'and I hate myself' he added under his breath. Underneath his robe, his arm rippled. It was a slight increase, but the darkness had increased again.

"But enough about that... what's this tek-no-loggy you speak of?" he quipped, "And why is your magic so backwards? Honestly, I never thought that the other worlds would be so ancient that they had to rely on these... toys."
Ryteb had run a fair ways, at least he thought he had, but this bloody city was like a maze. Honestly, how was a forest more straightforward than a civilized city? He swore he had passed that same statue three times already. Then again, there seemed to be hundreds of the damn things, all about saints or some kind of religious shit.

Turning around another corner, he came across the box guy again. Hearing what the dude actually said this time, he rubbed his head sheepishly.

"Sorry dude," He said, giving a small grin, "I just didn't want to go back to that stuffy room. In case you couldn't tell, me and rules don't really agree. Heh... Odin used to call me his Wild Fox... anyway, wanna ditch that lot and have a bit of fun?"
@Letter Bee The simple thing is, Terra Atum has no real value to Ryteb. He lived with Odin and Reteam, one of whom is dead, and the other succumbed to darkness. He'd just be returning to an empty tower full of bitter memories.

As for the other stuff... I'll try to turn down his arseholary in future.
Ryteb fought his way through the memory, using the opportunity to test out magic that he either was not entirely proficient with, or had just come up with. The area around the young mage was malformed by the powerful magics he was using. Although these spells were taking their toll on him, Ryteb continued to persevere, trying to break through a limit of his strength. As the next wave came towards him, he decided to try a spell that he had only seen Odin preform once. He began to draw the element of fire into his body, like he had done for fire, fira, and even firaga, but continued to draw it in to the point where his body could barely contain the element within. He began to laugh, and yelled out to the Heartless: "Take this, the ultimate Fire magic; [color=red]Fir-[/colour]"

There was a bright light, and Ryteb lost consciousness. He awoke back in the door room, feeling a searing pain throughout his entire body. In frustration, he banged his hands against the ground. "Dammit!" he yelled, "I can't even do this much!"
At the edge of the room, darkness started to form into humanoid shapes. Soon Ryteb found himself surrounded by dark versions of himself. He tried to fight them off, but they overwhelmed him, and drew him into darkness.

Awakening from his slumber, he heard a voice say something to him. Looking around, he saw it was the box headed guy. He guessed that the pompous guy from that meeting wanted him to return, probably to try and discipline him. Well, if that was the case, he'd give him a reason to. Trusting in the wind, he backflipped off of the roof, and used Aerora to glide down to the ground. For aesthetics, he used Blizzard to create himself some angelic looking wings. When he landed, he motioned, and the wings turned into a multitude of tiny sparrows and flew in the box-man's face.. Giving a grin to the local people, he took off at a pelt, yelling back to the guy: "Tell your boss that I do what I want!"
'I know he has issues, but I do not want open defiance of my actions...at least not yet.'


@Letter Bee Yeah... open defiance is what Ryteb does best. Along with pranking people who try to curb him to their ideals.
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