Clash of swords in the hallways

[neverreallygone]

Characters: the Master, the Doctor
Rating: I'm going to go with R
Time Period: Modern
Location: A castle hallway
Relative Date: A few hours after the Doctor's transmission, and a few days after the snow fell
Status: Closed

Comments

[thedoctorx]

Taunting the Master wasn't the wisest thing the Doctor had ever done, but it wasn't the first time and he hoped it wouldn't be the last

[neverreallygone]

The Doctor had clearly reckoned without the drums, forever thudding away and inciting the Master to battle. The Master already felt vulnerable and exposed without his favourite weapon and the Doctor had given him something to aim that desperation at, egged on by the ever-present thunder in his head.

The sight of the Doctor pulling down a sword and pointing it at him did make him pause, however. He pulled up short just a few feet away from the Doctor, eyeing the sword and his mouth slowly stretching into a grin. Well, he wanted a fight, after all, and if the Doctor was willing to give him one...

It was more like old times and that was enough to bring him to his senses a little. Oh, he was still furious - still desperately wanted to bring the Doctor to his knees and make him pay - but he was slightly more in control

[thedoctorx]

The tip of the foil carefully followed the Master as he gracefully drew the second sword from the wall. Not willing to stab him, there was little the Doctor could do to stop him from securing it.

He was able to easily parry his lunge, but his counter-attack was non-existent, as he instead jumped back to move from the Master's reach to speak. "You know this isn't how I want it. Do you think this is going to solve anything?" His tone was harsh and unforgiving, but his eyes were softer, nearly pleading. "Think. Don't act."

[neverreallygone]

Oh, why was the Doctor always so fucking condescending?

And always trying to back out of fights.

The Master followed him as he backed away. If the Doctor wouldn't fight, then at least he could feel the satisfaction of driving him back.

"You should have thought before you threw my screwdriver in the moat," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes, keeping the sharp tip of the sword steadily pointed towards the Doctor's throat, forcing him to keep on backing away now that he'd started. "Do you know how long it took me to make that thing? Do you know how much work it took - what lengths I had to go to to make that, stuck on primitive 21st century Earth? And you just throw it away and think I won't mind?"