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x13 [accidental visual] darling I want to destroy you

((Expect either or both Time Lords to answer replies. lol.

Warning: Swordfighting, lots of stabbing, and blood in the Doctor-Master thread.))

When the visual switches on the only thing it momentarily shows is the wall that the tablet slammed into, and then as it slowly drags away the shaky view reveals two Time Lords, bloodied, bruised, and breathing heavily. There's a vicious look in the Master's eyes, the visual brushing across the side of his face and catching a small spatter of red before dropping back down.

The tablet sits fittingly minimized in the Master's bracelet, but it displays the scene: the Master and the Doctor, fencing foils brandished, and a quiet Taxon street around them (certainly if they had at one time had company, their fight has long since chased it away). Their is nothing innocent about this fight anymore. They are both out to win, and they'll both fight dirty to get it.

"Really, Doctor," the Master drawls, "you can do better than that." Because mocking an angry Time Lord is always a brilliant idea.

If any brave soul were to comment on what in Taxon's name they thought they were doing... well. It may at least distract them from losing all their blood on the streets.

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"You are always attracting crowds without intending to do so."

She watches him fall, and for a fraction of a moment, looks worried. When the Doctor springs back up, she's annoyed at her concern. "It's not an effective duel if you make so much noise. The swords are not meant to hit each other."

In other words, try hitting the opponent, instead of gaining an audience by clanging swords.

"So sorry, Lady Fair, I'll make sure to remember that the next time I get hit," he says, irritated. His right side is already bleeding, and he's really not very happy with the way he's been fighting.

"Far too long in prison. I'm out of practice," he says, aiming a few blows towards his enemy. There's no real finesse in this fight, just raw anger and dirty technique.

Morgana lets out a little bit of a huffy breath at the nickname he so frequently uses for her. "You were not in prison long enough to lose your skills altogether." She is implying his skills in dueling are not up to her standards.

To be fair, she does have very high standards.

She looks at the opponent, but the other man is moving too quickly, and she cannot quite pin down where she's seen him before.

"Is that a compliment?" the Doctor asks, throwing a few more blows in the Master's direction. "I think you just complimented me. I knew you'd come around and like me eventually."

This comment is entirely for the Master's benefit. He is implying Morgana does not like him, has no reason to like him, and never will. Anyone the Doctor likes is a target. He's already hurt Morgana too much.

"Perhaps you would improve if you ignored your audience, and focused on your opponent." Morgana tilts her head slightly. She's getting frustrated that she cannot place the opponent.

Instead, she goes back to watching the violent dance between the two. If the Doctor continues to bicker with her, she's pulling out the pastry and eating it, as if the duel is so inept, it needs to be supplemented with food, just to be interesting.

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The Doctor gives her a quick glare.

"If my audience didn't feel the need to participate---" or, actually just be there and be so distracting.

He fights more, then turns to Morgana again. "Is there some part of 'this is dangerous' that you don't understand?"

"I had no intention of participating. You addressed me."

Morgana continues to watch, and somewhere in the back of her head, is analyzing the pair. There's a complete lack of finesse, on both sides. This is violent, and full of rage.

"Dueling does not offend me, unlike your style of combat."

The Master has been quiet this whole time, namely to keep from glaring at Morgana. It didn't matter how the Doctor and her interacted, she was already on his 'list' of people to do harm to for her involvement with the Doctor's trial.

He flourishes a brief bow to her, after making sure he was well out of distance from the Doctor's sword. He wonders if she knows him at all. That's the trouble with this city...

"I mean no offense, my dear. The Doctor does bring out the worst of my fighting." Although he was of the opinion that he had more grace than the Doctor.

Without thinking, Morgana quips back. "Your footwork should be easily sorted," she's not critical, just factual, "because you are a good dancer."

It's at this moment Morgana recognizes the Doctor's dueling partner.

The Doctor bursts into laughter. "You'd need the proper music to set to---"

Wait.

He freezes mid-thrust and looks over at Morgana. He knows how she knows that and the Master can't know.

((*idly watches the dancing of tag order* So, Master > Morgana > Doctor? So there's some rhyme or reason? XD;))

The Master smirks at the Doctor's attempted attack, cocking his head to the side in jest. But when then Doctor suddenly cuts himself off, their is a brief flicker of curiosity in the Master's gaze. How could there be anything more between the two? He saw the broadcasts! He was the the trial!

Just like there was a flash of curiosity, there is now one of anger. Which, well, given the progression of the fight, isn't exactly much of a surprise.

The earlier statement was accidental. This man, the Master, Morgana has seen before -- inside the Doctor's head. He was dancing with the woman in the red dress. Thus, she has to stop looking at the Master, who, she hopes, has no idea the significance of her statement.

Wisely, Morgana does not add to her earlier faux pas, and plays it off as if she was actually talking to the Doctor. "You will just have to do without music, Doctor. If this was a proper tournament, you would have better luck."

"I have enough luck, thank you," the Doctor says. He throws another few attacks towards the Master. He can't panic. He can't focus on Morgana. He can't let the Master know. He can't know. He can't know.

"Pay attention, would you?" he snaps at his opponent.

Tha Master raises a brow. "Oh, I'm sorry. Are you quite done now? Because it looks to me like you're the one who isn't paying attention."

He'll continue to assume what he knows of their relationship. He doesn't believe the Doctor has any feelings for this banshee, and that's good for their sake. If he knew, truly, what the Doctor was hiding, then he would destroy Morgana.

Taking a step back, casually, as if to stay clear of the fight, Morgana looks back and forth between the two. She doesn't know much about their relationship, other than the Doctor thinks the Master might spread rumours, and that the man is important enough to leak out into the corridor of the Doctor's mind.

She's staying though, someone will need to step in, verbally, not literally, if it looks like this duel will wind up being to the death.

"I'm paying perfect attention!" the Doctor snaps. He leaps back out of the Master's range, then moves in to attack again.

He is distracted. He wants Morgana to run away, she shouldn't be here. She shouldn't be seeing this.

But she's there, and he can't lose. He throws another swing, and a punch towards the Master's face. He can't lose.

He presses his lips together in pity and tosses another glance towards Morgana. "You're going to make him lose." He look back towards the Doctor. "Afraid she's going to find something to put you on trial for?"

Oh, and then he takes the punch, stumbling back.

It's clear the tone of the duel altered after the recognized the Master, and she knows, or at least, she thinks, this is a continuation of some previous grievance, to which she is not privy.

"I can assure you," she addresses the Master with confidence in her words, but without any indication of recognition or significance, "I am little more than an observer. If he loses, it will not be on my account. It will be due more to his footwork,” see, that dancing comment earlier was definitely about the Doctor.

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"My footwork is just fine," the Doctor snaps. When the first punch connects, he decides to throw another, just for good measure.

"But distracting is a good word. Morgana, leave!"

"Your footwork is terrible," the Master says, much to his dislike of agreeing with Morgana. He rubs at his face with his free hand, and he stares down at the blood left on the back of it with disdain. His nose is broken, again. Why must people keep insisting on breaking his nose?

His head lolls back and he glances at Morgana. "I promise I won't break your pet convict too much."

"He is not my pet convict, sir." Morgana almost makes a comment about Rose, but now that the recognition has settled in, the other man makes her slightly nervous. He may be smaller than the Doctor, but he feels (whether it is her own impression, or the Doctor's memories, she could not tell) more dangerous.

And the Doctor is dangerous enough. He is also someone Morgana feels inclined to disagree with at almost every given opportunity. Maybe she can be of equal distraction to the Master, who is looking rather the worse for wear, with his bloodied nose. She addresses him. "You should be careful the Doctor not break you too much."

If she were at home, her presence would have been enough to bring the tone of the duel back down to something resembling reasonable. Fights rarely turned this brutal front of ladies. As it stands, Morgana's fairly confident she'd going to be mopping up someone's blood in a few minutes.

She's in danger, he knows this. If the Master works out that Morgana means something to the Doctor, she's dead. She's worse than dead. He needs to get her away from all of this.

He struggles to try to knock the rapier out of the Master's hand, to try to buy himself a moment or two of time.

The close quarters combat has Morgana stepping forward -- but still out of the furthest reach of either of the rapiers. Two men and sharp objects that close, never ends well, and she would rather not see anyone lose an eye.

In fact, this whole event has gone on long enough. The Doctor is fighting like he's desperate (although why he would be confounds Morgana entirely) and the Master is clearly seething.

"Gentleman," she's loud enough to be heard over the sounds of the swords striking and the two men grunting at their efforts. "Enough is enough! Call it a draw!"

She debates pulling out her tablet but who would she possibly contact to deal with such things? For the first time in Taxon, Morgana wishes she carried more than just a dagger.

[OOC: Posting order shot to hell for expediency's sake.]

"Morgana, get out of here!" the Doctor shouts in her direction. This isn't any of her business, and he'll be damned if she's going to get hurt over it.

Not that he cares. Well, not that he'd admit he cares.

He darts away from the Master and barrels towards her.

"There a part of 'run' you don't understand?"

The sudden turn of events, the Doctor rushing towards her, both surprises, and if she were to admit it (she won't) scares her.

Another thing it does is have Morgana scramble back about ten feet or so, right up against the wall of the nearest building.

Even if she were inclined (she isn't) to follow any of the Doctor's orders at the moment, there's nowhere for her to run so she takes another tactic.

"What are you doing?" It's full of self-righteous anger that he would rush at someone clearly unarmed. It's better than any other emotion leaking through to offset the balance of power even further.

x13 [accidental visual] darling I want to destroy you

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