Jake had gotten complacent with the skeletons that he forgot that the Horned King had more than undead roaming his halls. He was getting closer to finding the pig and getting out of there when he suddenly ran into none other than the little green imp the King had for an errand... thing. When he saw Creeper face to face, he turned and tried to throw his axe at the goblin, only to miss him by a hair as Kaiser Leo slammed into a wall, cracking it open and causing sparks to blast up everywhere.

"BLAST!" Jake swore, summoning Kaiser Leo back in his hand as the Heartless appeared, only to have Reno vanquish them quickly. No sooner had the kid done his little pyrokinetics act than he ran after Creeper, hoping to find the pig.

"KID! COME BACK HERE!!" Jake cried out. However, by then, Reno had darted off, oddly quick for such a slight frame. Jake swore; the kid was impressive, true, but he had the guile and cunning of a brick wall. Normally, Jake would admire that kind of dogged determination; he himself was something of a go-getter when he was younger, still was to some degree. However, with a bunch of civilians slowing them down and them soon to be up to their armpits in Heartless, it wasn't the smart thing to do. Not to mention that Creeper was smaller, more agile, and had a lot more knowledge of the intricacies of the castle than Reno did.

"Alright, change of plans," Jake said, gesturing for the others to follow him. "We need to get out of here fast, cause I don't think the Horned King's messing around anymore. We head for the exit, and we run like we're chased by dragons cause we most likely will be.

"And before you protest," he said to Taran, "we need to get to safety first; Reno can handle himself, but we can't burden him with people who can't fight. We make a break for the exit. If you still want to come back and fight, stick with me after that."

Jake lead the group, taker a hastier route through the castle to the exit, using force and concussive blasts of magic to clear through any mercenaries, undead, Heartless, or other monsters in their way. He stopped once or twice to see if he could still see flashes of lightning from the building, the telltale marks of Reno engaging in another battle.