[ In the midst of the commotion, the cars of the train jostling against the movement of the monster and the momentum of the ocean's waves, the Doctor had lost sight of Clara. He'd lost sight of Newt as well, saw the way he'd turned against the rest of the team and dashed off — no doubt in search of a way to get to the orb faster than the rest of them.
What he doesn't expect is to weave his way through debris and panicked passengers and stumble upon Newt with a dagger in his hand, a trapped Clara Oswald beneath him, looking as though she's really rather ready to — no. No. ]
Stop!
[ He finds the force of his voice, dragging the word past his lips, at the same time that his sonic screwdriver is pointed directly at Newt and at the blade in his hand. At its highest frequency, the buzzing and the bright light is aimed directly for the dagger in an attempt to vibrate it right out of his hand — and buy him time to find something to disarm him completely. Maybe even knock him out for a spell. ]
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What he doesn't expect is to weave his way through debris and panicked passengers and stumble upon Newt with a dagger in his hand, a trapped Clara Oswald beneath him, looking as though she's really rather ready to — no. No. ]
Stop!
[ He finds the force of his voice, dragging the word past his lips, at the same time that his sonic screwdriver is pointed directly at Newt and at the blade in his hand. At its highest frequency, the buzzing and the bright light is aimed directly for the dagger in an attempt to vibrate it right out of his hand — and buy him time to find something to disarm him completely. Maybe even knock him out for a spell. ]