Still nothing had revealed itself to Thomas, some relic of power, item of knowledge. It was annoying and perhaps even frustrating, though it should not have been the focus of his search in the first place. But he was confident that Reno was fine, since even if he got in a jam he could just hide in his Glider if his magic couldn't suffice, and if there was something that Reno with his magic couldn't beat then he probably had less of a chance of defeating it. So he took his time in his search, making sure it was all good and methodical even though it yielded no tangible results. 

Still, it seemed that it was a good thing he had done so, for it meant he was better able to hear when noise did reach his ears. It was the sound of clashing blades, of magic blasts, and at that sound he pulled out his Keyblade and moved towards it, reasoning that it might be Belle or Reno. He moved fast, the sound of battle nearing until he reached them, waiting for a momentary lull to move out into the open around a corner, Keyblade in a ready position. To his surprise, it was not, in fact, Reno or Belle, and he reacted accordingly, shifting slightly in preparation for a fight. "Alright, good guy or bad guy," he called out, not dropping his guard for the moment.