[The first slash of the blade finds an arm, but the Doctor is in luck — the second slash of the blade finds the wood that he's grabbed and lifted up. Which is a very good thing, because that dagger was definitely about to hit one of those hearts of his. And what just wouldn't be very good, would it? They keep lashing out, their blade trying over and over to find soft, bleedable skin.]
Why! Won't! You! Just! Die!
[If the Doctor times that bench properly, he'll get away with not getting shanked a second time; aaah, some of the Timelord's blood is getting on their good shoes. What a fucking shame that is. Note to self, clean that off later.
Oh — that's the wooden plank hits him upside the head, nearly knocking him to his knees. Reaching into his pocket, he clutches the talisman tightly, glowering as he staggers backward to eye the Doctor critically, now bloodied knife still gripped in hand.]
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Why! Won't! You! Just! Die!
[If the Doctor times that bench properly, he'll get away with not getting shanked a second time; aaah, some of the Timelord's blood is getting on their good shoes. What a fucking shame that is. Note to self, clean that off later.
Oh — that's the wooden plank hits him upside the head, nearly knocking him to his knees. Reaching into his pocket, he clutches the talisman tightly, glowering as he staggers backward to eye the Doctor critically, now bloodied knife still gripped in hand.]
Anyone ever tell you you're a pain in the ass?