I stood over looking at the two trouble makers with as impassive as a face I could manage. Never would I have imagined that someone could get the better of me like that. Still, it's not like I'm going to let them get away with it.
"I must admit . . . for you to pull of what you did, it definitely takes guts. Guts required to manage the powers of True Magics - you are at least worthy of your titles." I paused for drama, though the effect was somewhat ruined due to the muffled cries of outrage coming from their gagged mouths.
I noticed the hair of my dear apprentice' companion begin to glow vibrant red, and I decided I needed to hurry this up before the seals I placed on them lifted, and they began to cause trouble.
With a snap of my fingers, an incandescent light tore open behind them. My apprentice' eyes widened as she realized what I was about to do.
"Still," I continued my speech, ignoring their frantic squirming, in a desperate effort to get free from their binds. "I hope you realize that I have a reputation to keep, and thus I can't let you just get away with it, no matter how impressed I am."
The other woman began radiating more power, and I knew my seal had been broken. Even if it wasn't one of my premier spells, the fact that she had broken out of it in mere minutes had me impressed with her all over again. I threw (kicked) the both of them into the portal, and continued talking, knowing they would hear me.
"Don't worry though! I've left clues all over the place. You'll know them when you see them. Just follow the trails and you'll get back here in no time!" I chuckled, amused and proud of myself. "See you in about three or so years!"
I patted myself on the back. This was going to be fun!
On the metaphysical plane of Olympus, several gods winced as they felt reality itself get torn apart, if only for the briefest moments. This of course set the gods of Olympus on high alert, and got them quickly searching for the source of the disturbance.
Much to there alarm, they found the source of the disturbance was near Mount Saint Helens, the jail of the worst monster Olympus ever had to face: Typhon.
By the time Hermes and Apollo, the two gods sent to investigate, got there, all they found was a large scorch mark on the ground and traces of magic on the air.