Ryteb's arm twitched slightly at the sudden influx of dark magic, barely managing to dodge one of the snake heads attacking him. He saw that it seemed to be attacking everyone in the immediate area, which definitely included him. The young mage tried to remember back to Odin's lessons on dealing with creatures similar to this, only to be reminded that at that time he was concentrating on a prank. Well, screw it the thing was attacking, the obvious solution was to attack it back. For this, he summoned his Keyblade. He wasn't sure why, but when he held the blade his magic felt more powerful, like he had a deeper connection to the elements of the world.

"You want something to chew on you overgrown worm?" Ryteb yelled, "How about an ice cream? [color=00DDE0]Blizzara![/color]"

Out of his keyblade came an orb of ice, which flew towards the nearest snake heads. Upon contact with the tendril, it exploded in a storm of cold air, freezing them in place. That's... four down, and a hundred-odd more to go.

"Anyone got any snake repellant?" Ryteb asked, cracking a nervous grin.