Doc is Back

[Dr. McNinja]

Dr. McNinja straightened his mask as he breathed in the air of the Nexus. 
 
"Well," the physician sighed, "Time to get going."
 
Master Millet looked up at him. "Yeah, right."
 
"What?" Doc sneered, "I'm magical now. You remember how strong I was without the magic."
 
"Dracula," Millet sighed, "You're gonna attack Dracula."
 
"He's never fought me- you know what, I don't feel like going through this."
 
Doc rolled his eyes, checking his blade. He drew one of the incendiary throwing stars that the old man had made for him. He stuck his finger in the hole of the weapon and spun it like a fidget spinner. Embers and sparks spun from the throwing star. Master Millet waved a hand, and a glyph appeared a few inches from the spinning star. The star stopped in its place, and the sparks disappeared. Master Millet glared at Dr. McNinja, who shrugged.
 
"Still hate magic," Doc sighed, "But that is pretty cool."
 
"You have some better gear," Master Millet nodded, "But that's not enough."
 
"Probably not!" Dr. McNinja chirped, "So you should come with."
 
"I like living."
 
Doc rolled his eyes. 
 
"You know how to use those beads, right?" Millet asked.
 
"Yeah," Doc said, fingering the bracelet with his other hand, "You tested it?"
 
"Don't need to," Master Millet sighed, "It's hard to make, it's not a new design." 
 
"Fine," Dr. McNinja said, "But if this thing breaks and I die, then it's on you."
 
Master Millet pulled out a yellow mask from his robes. Doc glared at it as he noticed the red lines outlining the eye holes and the red caduceus climbing up the bridge of his nose. The mask shimmered lightly as it waved in the Nexus' light.
 
"Enhanced in the way you wanted," Millet said.
 
Doc nodded as he slipped it over his ninja mask.
 
"Wait, really?" the old man snickered, "You... You're gonna put another mask... over your existing mask?"
 
Dr. McNinja sighed in the McLuchador mask, his voice beginning to modulate as the mask adjusted to his face.
 
"I do not want anyone to see my real face, amigo."
 
Doc cleared his throat again. It was always very strange to hear your voice sounding different.
 
"This is one of the thinnest disguises I've ever seen," Master Millet sighed, "You sure you don't want... like... the rest of the luchador outfit?"
 
"No gracias."
 
"Some armor?"
 
"No."
 
"...did you just say no in a Mexican accent?"
 
"...Sí."
 
Master Millet rolled his eyes and started walking back towards the gate to Camelot.
 
"Whatever. My student just lost utterly in Dante's Abyss, so he's probably on his way back to Dalaran," the old man shouted, "Let me know when you come back to life."
 
"Gracias for your vote of confidence," Doc snapped back, "And, as a note, Mexicans probably don't say gracias sarcastically!"
 
Dr. McLuchador looked at the gate to the Pale Moors warily. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. This Dracula, as far as he could tell, was WAY stronger than the Dracula from his homeworld. Maybe it was best to just join Darkshire and fight him smart instead of doing it the traditional ninja way, which didn't work last time.
 
Doc stuffed his katana in his labcoat, making it somehow vanish. He ran through the portal, coat flapping behind him.