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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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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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