He takes the kick and draws in a sharp breath, but no pain can get rid of his feeling of victory and he slides back a few paces. "Do you want me to knock?" the Master whispers; an offer. "Do you want to die, Doctor? Running for so long... to one side of the universe to the other..." A chuckle. "It could all stop. Four, simple, knocks..."

Then he scoffs. As if.

"That will hardly be what kills you. Stop being such a drama queen and get up."