Albedo had tasted power and he wanted more. The urge for battle had grown too powerful for his weak mind to resist. He had to undergo a new form of training; one that would aid him in fighting this new power and prevent it from compelling his mind. Meanwhile, Aleister was up to his canny tricks again, scheming and concealing himself from the kings of the world. Twenty of them now went for Aleister's head. He jumped back to the roof and told them to come and get him. The bandits jumped up to the roof, unaware that this was a trap. Aleister raised his right hand at them before they could reach the top. Whoosh! Multiple fireballs shot out of his hand, giving them no means of escaping as they all fell to the ground like flies caught in the rain.