The Twelfth Match

[realitymods]

Characters: Damon, the Fifth Doctor, Spectators
Location: The Coliseum.
Time: Two days after the last fights.
Summary: The twelfth of the death matches.
Warnings: Character death warning

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[doctorsfanboy]

Damon walked into the arena, holding a staser somewhat awkwardly. The thought of shooting himself with it still terrified him, but he had already failed to stop the Doctor's execution once before. He couldn't do it again. Besides...he'd made a promise to the TARDIS.

He glanced up at the Emperor's box, but unfortunately Weber was looking away. Perhaps that was for the best.

[miseardae]

The Doctor appeared to be weaponless when he entered. He glanced at Weber and the king, his gaze cooly curious before becoming mournfully determined when they settled on Damon.

His hands clasped behind his backs as his steps slowed, a faint smile crossed his lips. "Have you ever used one of those, Damon?"

[doctorsfanboy]

"We do have them in the computer room," Damon pointed out. Of course, that didn't mean he had ever used one before. Still, it didn't seem terribly difficult to operate, and it only took him a moment to find the lethal setting.

"But I don't intend to use it on you, Doctor," he murmured, turning the staser toward his own hearts.

[miseardae]

His voice remained calm as he strode forward. "We've already had this discussion, Damon."