[ The Doctor dashes for one of the loose planks that had come off of the seats in this particular traincar, a torn swath of soft red velvet still attached to one end.
It'll do.
He lifts it up to swing an arc in Newt's direction, to clip him across the head, but no — it turns out he isn't quite as swift on his feet. The trajectory of his movement brings him just a little too close to the now-retrieved blade in Newt's hand and with not enough time to shift himself out of the way. The dagger manages to find purchase in his arm, right beneath his shoulder, cutting through the fabric of his jacket and shirt.
The Doctor cries out in pain.
It really has been some time since someone's gone and stabbed him, and he really ... oof. No, this isn't ideal at all. ]
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It'll do.
He lifts it up to swing an arc in Newt's direction, to clip him across the head, but no — it turns out he isn't quite as swift on his feet. The trajectory of his movement brings him just a little too close to the now-retrieved blade in Newt's hand and with not enough time to shift himself out of the way. The dagger manages to find purchase in his arm, right beneath his shoulder, cutting through the fabric of his jacket and shirt.
The Doctor cries out in pain.
It really has been some time since someone's gone and stabbed him, and he really ... oof. No, this isn't ideal at all. ]