"Am I?" The Master's grin was even more hideous now. "And yet I'm the one standing. I'm not the one who can't even crawl away."

He was close enough now to kick up a little dirt at the Doctor's face, though he had to use his bad foot to do so. When it connected with the ground, a jolt of pain ran up his leg and he felt momentarily nauseous. All the Doctor's fault.

The Master stepped back and brought a hand up to wipe his forehead, frowning slightly when he saw the blood on his fingers.

"Perhaps I'll simply leave you here to think about your latest little failure," he murmured.