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There's nothing here but what here's mine.

This wasn't, exactly, how he had planned his return. He had expected to be on home turf, a place he understood and wanted to be. Surrounded by worshippers and already plotting. Not here with some strange man using the power he gave specifically to his followers to bring him back. The books of Saxon weren't meant to be public knowledge, they were his private notes, and yet this man decided to drag him into a world he didn't want to be in.

The Master always had a funny feeling that magic wasn't something he should of ever tried to toy with because as it stood, he didn't like where this was going. It defied the logic he knew.

Voldemort was a strange creature, a very unpleasant one at that. He looked sickly and his eyes were red like an albino. Still, he didn't say much on it, he'd looked worse himself and damages were just a sign of ambition and desire. It always took everything out of you, especially with humans.

The drums were raging in his head as he followed Voldemort into this meeting he'd decided to attend. He'd only been back a few days and already he seemed to of captured the imagination of this tiny little creature who was all but eager to introduce him.

An ancient ruler from another reality must of been interesting.

He didn't walk behind Voldemort, he kept in step, not willing to seem a lesser. Hey, the dark lord brought him here. If he was going to play with this merry band of psychopaths, he wanted to seem equal.

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"We should run," Barty told the Master, then didn't wait long for any question the man might ask before taking his hand and pulling him along.

He had no idea what planet they were on, but then, the Master didn't seem to actually have any clue whatsoever, either, not that he admitted as much. Barty just knew him well enough to tell, every now and then. Sending Barty into the opposite direction to 'explore' was another clear sign, Barty was betting he just wanted some minutes alone to figure things out so he'd not have to admit cluelessness.

But exploring had actually turned up with something, well, someones, and so Barty did think it best to run, given the master didn't like him using magic. He reckoned he could explain on the go.

"What? Why?" the Master asked, though he did start running anyway because that seemed like a good idea. It wasn't like he had much of a say on what was going down, he'd spent the past hour trying to work out where they were to look like he knew what was happening but he really didn't. The universe was a big place, he couldn't know all of it! That would be insane. And besides, he could only do so much and there were too many to visit in one lifetime.

All he knew was this place was hot, uncomfortable and there were a lot of footsteps in the distance.

Good thing they started running early.

"Tell me you didn't piss them off? Have you seen them yet? I think they're not a sociable race."

"I think they just woke up grumpy today," Barty replied, short of breath already but still running fast, for now. "And they mostly look big." Wasn't that a very reassuring thought. "And a bit hungry." Although that part might have been his imagination.

"Do you have a plan?" Because clearly 'running' was a rather short-lived solution.

"Oh shit, seriously?" The Master looked at Barty with horror... and it was so obvious that he didn't have a plan or any idea what to do. Angry and hungry aliens he didn't know weren't his area. The only thing he could think of was attacking. Fortunately, he had his laser screwdriver at the ready.

"Okay, attack plan. I'll pick off the ones in front, you just -- stay behind," Because, you know, the Master had to save the day. Barty had to watch. And not use magic because that was nothing but cheating.

"Well, I don't know. Big teeth, shouting, I figured hunger might be it." He hadn't exactly stayed for further field studies. Barty was beginning to slow down, but so was the Master and apparently they had a plan now.

A plan that didn't exactly sound foolproof and of course he wasn't allowed to use magic, which could have gotten them to safety easily, but at least it was a plan. He stopped, finally, ready to stay behind as he'd been ordered to. But his hand did automatically reach for his wand. Old habits died hard.

The plan didn't work because, naturally, they had laser proof shields and the Master was having trouble picking them off like he thought they could. And, of course, they were getting closer and closer. Growling in annoyance, the Master started to back up again before taking off into yet another run, yanking Barty with him.

The people here gave chase, clearly wanting to take down their lunch and start cooking. Hence why they didn't mess around. The Master growled in anger. "Shit, shit, shit! I forgot! They're in the 34th century, even the poorest damn planet has laser shields."

With his hand grabbed, Barty had no choice but to run along. Not that he fancied staying back, with those creatures hunting them.

"Is there anything we can do they don't have a shield against?" This was really the most subtle he could be right now, especially since he wasn't supposed to even bring magic up. "How long can you run like this?"

Because, personally, he really couldn't do this much longer.

"Erm, physical violence?" the Master suggested because he seriously didn't want to say magic, he didn't, but he knew what was needed and he knew what he had to say. So, finaly, gritting his feet, he came to a halt. His heels dug to make sure Barty stopped too and didn't accidentally knock him down. "Go on then, use it!"

At least he got to order Barty around, that made him feel like he had control. Even if he didn't. He seriously needed to study magic more, he as still struggling on the intermediate stuff.

"This better work."

Barty just snorted at the suggestion. Physical violence? Sure, they could kick their shins, maybe. He kept running until the Master stopped and then he smiled, as pleased as the Master wasn't, turning around with his wand drawn.

No need to start subtle, so a blasting curse it was. The effects there varied from the caliber of wizard and the intentions, which, in this case, meant that suddenly they were facing body parts, while more were raining down around them. He used a freezing charm next, because frankly there was too much dust around for him to know how many of them were still alive.

"What do you want me to do, Master?" Yes, better play that game.

"Keeo attacking," the Master insisted, feeling more than a little annoyed. In the confusion, he did get to blast a few but overall, the screwdriver wasn't needed and the wand he held he couldn't do much with. Other than the torture curse and floating a feather... both of which he did amazingly bit it didn't really help in situations like this. Maybe he could float the all away.

"What are you even using anyway? Why don't I know this spell?" the Master demanded, wanting to know this very destructive new curse. Maybe he could master that one next.

"Because you get annoyed and very insulting whenever I so much as think of magic." At least he wasn't saying anything about the spell being too advanced. Partly because he was busy blasting some of the frozen aliens nearby so he could attack the ones coming up behind them. This was fun, really, he hadn't had a fight in a long time and so he was letting loose with curses, anything from tickling and body binding to ripping them to shreds and having giant snakes attack them.

"Well I'd like to know some spells, seen as it's always cropping up. Bloody cheating magic," the Master muttered bitterly as he stood behind Barty, not out of fear or need of protection, more because his body would make a great shield if anything went badly. He watched, rather pleased, as these aliens were torn to pieces by his very able assistant. "Now I see why the Doctor likes companions!"

"I'm not using it unless you order me to!" Like he had, now, thankfully, because that worked very well with keeping them from even coming close to touching them. He stepped to the side to literally use his body as a shield and keep the Master from being his by a bloody piece flying their way, ever faithful even as he couldn't keep from muttering under his breath. "Because he can complain to them for no reason?" Who knew, maybe it was a time lord thing.

"Oh shut you, you sound like a bitter kill joy," the Master lamented loudly, giving Barty a look out of the corner of his eye. Everyone knew by now to just let the Master complained. Cause he was pretty damn well good at it, actually. He had so much ammo and so little time to get all his complaints out. The Master noticed a rather large soldier power through the dying crowd towards them. Excitedly, he shook Barty from behind playfully. "Oh, get that one!"

"Actually I'm a very happy kill joy." The shaking was slightly distracting, but he could fire curses while riding on a broom, so this was really nothing by comparison. He used a hex to froze the soldier in space, looking back over his shoulder at the Master. "What do you want me to do to him, Master?" There, he could balance out his dry humour again with some torture on command.

The Master beamed as he leaned over, ducking his head to whisper into Barty's ear. How many other people in the universe could call a massacre foreplay like they could? Seeing Barty so destructive always made him happy, he didn't know why, it just did. "Blow it to pieces!"

"As you wish." Barty was used to the ever-changing moods, so he didn't actually get annoyed by it. Of course, now that he was actually going at it, the Master was all for seeing him be as destructive as he could be. It was to be expected. And he was ever so ready to give him a show, especially since this was starting to turn him on on a physical level as well.

"Confringo." He pretty much just whispered the curse, but the effect was all the more impressive and he put up a shield of his own, magically of course, to keep them from being hit by any of the pieces flying around. He really didn't want to be responsible for the Master's suit being ruined. "Like it?"

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