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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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"I thought you wanted them to be all for yourself," the Doctor asks, sounding more amused than anything else.

He holds his own blade out, then tosses it up, catching it by the blade. It slices his palm, but he holds it steady.

"Take it."

Yes, the Master was quite the contradictory one, wasn't he? Always changing his mind on so many things, but some of those opinions will never falter. He chooses not to comment, but at seeing the offered blade, he raises a brow in question.

"And you said I was predictable."

The Doctor tosses the rapier towards the Master, handle out so he can catch it easily.

He's been in here too long. He's been locked up and losing his mind and he's ready to push a few more buttons. The moment the Master catches the sword, he runs onto it.

The Master only has a moment for confusion to spike, and then the Doctor is too close, the blade through him, and the Master is far too horrified to hide it. He lets go of the handle and drops his own sword, stepping back.

He realizes the Doctor never answered his question: do you want to die. He avoided it skillfully, and likely on purpose, and he knows the Master wouldn't ever kill him purposely so then... "Why?" the Master demands, fists clenched at his sides to try and hide the fact that he's shaking. "Why?"

The Doctor looks down at the rapier going through his belly. It's just about missed his spine, but his stomach has a hole through it and he can feel the symbiotic bacteria in the lining start to seep out into his bloodstream. Sepsis, soon, if he doesn't die from blood loss, first.

Nobody's knocking.

"I win," he says, feeling his legs start to buckle, and he's surprised at how very like the Master he sounds.

He's not the only one surprised. The Master is furious. How dare the Doctor even think to do something like this! He didn't have that right!

He does keep the Doctor from falling, but it's a rough grip, his hands digging into the skin of the Doctor's shoulders (and yes, though wound on one of them). He shakes him, as if that would help matters, but in some twisted way it makes the Master feel better. That's what matters, right? Feeling good.

But no, no, no! This is wrong! He has plans! He's almost done! His signal is almost ready, everything's almost in place! "You're not going to ruin this!" The Master yells at him. "You can't! This goes my way!"

The Doctor cries out in pain as the Master's hand grips his shoulder. He hurts all over. He wants to be smug, he wants to smile about this, but it hurts.

If he dies here, will he stay dead? Will he regenerate, if he allows himself to? What will happen to the TARDIS? And, really, does it matter anymore?

"I don't think it does this time, Master."

"Trying to put to wreck my plans before they even reach fruition." He shakes his head, mind racing and clouded in panic that he tries not to show.

"You're an idiot," the Master snaps. He shifts his hands off the Doctor's shoulder wound. It's a small gesture. He isn't about to show outright compassion, but he doesn't need to make the situation any worse than it already is.

He clenches his eyes shut against the pain in his mind. He needs to think right now, not deal with their non-stop racket.

"Yup, that's me," the Doctor says.

This was stupid. This was stupid and rash. He should never have run onto the sword, he should never have started fighting with him in the first place. But they needed this, they needed the distraction. They needed to fight.

"We always needed to fight," he says. "Maybe if I'm gone you won't have to."

He's being a good self-sacrificing martyr.

"I hate you," he says with such venom. He wonders if the Doctor had a plan. If he had a way to resurrect. If this was all just some terrible laugh (the Master doesn't acknowledge that he did the exact same thing). "If you think..." he trails off, and slowly adjusts his grip, coming to a decision. If the Doctor is going to give up like this and stop playing before the Master has his real fun in the city, the Master isn't about to let him.

His hands slide up to cradle alongside the Doctor's head and he forces his way into the Doctor's mind, intent on one thing and one thing only: to make the Doctor's body put itself into a healing trance.

He smiles. "No, you don't."

The Doctor doesn't realize what he's doing at first. His hands are on his head and he thinks maybe he's trying to lower him to the ground, maybe he's about to let him die there. Then, he realizes the feeling. The trance, the healing trance he's very pointedly not used until this point.

"No! Don't you dare!"

But the Master is stronger than him psychically and he's physically weakened. He can't stop it.

"I told you," the Master says. He finishes into the Doctor's mind: you're not going to ruin this. He won't let him. As the trance starts to fall over the Doctor, he does lower him towards the ground, mindful of the wounds to not make them worse.

And it's at this moment that the young woman who spoke earlier shows up, at a run. She stops short at seeing the Doctor's opponent still present, and lowering him gently to the ground. She doesn't know what's going on, but much more than meets the eye.

After getting the Doctor to the ground, he sits himself besides his, trying to let his anger steam off. He catches sight of the girl and it takes a moment for him to really recognize her, but it clicks. "What do you want?" he murmurs, and glances away.

"I-I. I'm just h-here to make sure his w-wounds get closed." She's upset, and she's angry at the Doctor and scared for him, and wary of his unnamed opponent. Now that she's here in person, she can tell he's not human by his aura - she can guess he's another Time Lord, but that's only a guess based on similarity.

All of which is to say she's mad at herself for stuttering so badly, but she's not running away either. "Until someone can g-get him home."

"His body is healing itself right now," he says, waving a hand towards the Doctor's body. "The wounds will only heal so fast. It's better not to move him." He's forgotten of his own wounds and now that he's beginning to feel so drained; he can smell the blood in his clothing, and he almost wants to run from the scene, but he stays. The Doctor isn't allowed to die on his watch.

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She nods, slowly. "H-how long? Before he can be moved?" Because she understands not moving him, she does, but in the long term, letting him lie in the street is not the most viable of plans.

He shrugs and glances over to the Doctor. "I'm not a doctor," he admits. The stomach wound is what... worries him. Anything else would be fine. But that? "I have nothing to speed the process."

"I do," she says, quiet, but stutter-less. "Or... not exactly, but....it's like a skin, kind of. It will keep blood in, and infection out." It's one thing she's almost sure will work the same on Time Lords, because it's not anatomy specific. It isn't healing, per se, but it will halt the blood loss, and make moving him less dicey.

"Do it," he says without much hesitation. "Whatever it is just... do it." At a later point he might lash out at Tara. Now? He needs someone to speed the healing up, and he can't do any more than he already has.

She nods, and goes to the Doctor's side, kneeling. Taking just a moment, she clears her mind, focusing like she'd learned. She withdraws a crystal from her bag, to use as a focus. Touching it lightly to his lips, then his chest, she closes her eyes and begins a soft chant, in a mixture of Latin and English.

A soft, silver glow gathers around the Doctor. It glows a little brighter where he's wounded, but is steady. After a few minutes, she finally finishes. The glow flares, just once, then fades, though if anyone were to touch him, it might feel like a very low, pleasant vibration had settled over his skin. The bleeding should stop, though, for the duration of the spell, which will give his healing factor some time to work.

Tara herself looks a bit pale, when she finishes, but steady enough. She will take a minute to orient herself, though; the spell may have taken more out of her than is immediately apparent.

The Master watches, looking calm although their is a turmoil brewing beneath his exterior. Magic. Of course. He says nothing, not about to say anything like thank you. Perhaps now he could even leave the Doctor.

He unsteadily pushes to his feet. He needs to lie down himself.

"Will you be able to take care of it from here?"

She nods, looking up at him with both wariness and concern. She can see he isn't well, but can guess he won't take any help. And to be honest, another healing spell of this level might be too much, right away. "I'll watch over him until I can get him somewhere to rest."

Through most of the latter part of the fight, Rose was busy turning her bedroom into the Nightingale Wing. She can't do anything to stop them. She can't panic and show up. That will only get the Doctor hurt. She has to wait so she decides to be productive while waiting. It's not until everything is ready for an injured Doctor that she looks back to the tablet.

And panic burst full blown in her chest at what she sees. There aren't any coherent thoughts or decisions. All Rose knows is she has to get to him and so she runs like her life depends on it because his does.

When she reaches the Doctor, Tara is with him and the Master is gone. She slows so quickly she stumbles over her own feet, landing on her knees beside him. "Doctor, I'm here." She looks up at Tara, fear all over her face and tears streaming down her cheeks.

"He's going to be alright, yeah?" Because there's not a TARDIS here and somehow she's expecting Tara to fix this.

Tara, for her part, looks pale, but she nods. "I - I think so. The person he was fighting said he was healing himself, slowly. I... I did a spell that will keep him from losing any more blood. We should be able to move him, if we're careful. H-how far away are we from your place?"

Tara isn't comfortable being in charge, really; she never has been. But she needs to stay level headed if they're going to be helpful to the Doctor. She can yell at him later, once he's better.

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[Location: Stabbity Central] After the Master leaves

[Location: Stabbity Central, formerly Foe Yay Circle]